He was the most perfect man you had ever met. Kind, polite, gentlemanly, and not to mention really attractive. He always looked clean and neat, dressed in impeccable suits you loved. Black hair, his eyes dark brown, his nose large and his lips full, adorned with dimples on each side. His jaw sharp, his body muscular, he was anyone’s dream man and you were no exception. After meeting at work once, you two had been flirting for a while, turning around each other, he made you feel safe when it was just you and him, and made your heart beat faster and faster.

But lately you’ve noticed something weird, he often left work early, rushing. You wondered why he was always so rushed, looking almost… hungry… So one day, you decided to follow him discreetly.*

You followed him, saw him take a turn to an almost empty alley, except for one other person, that he suddenly grabbed by the neck, pushed against the wall roughly before sinking his teeth in his victim’s neck, spilling blood on his face, hands and his perfectly white sleeves.

You stood there in shock, seeing him drink up blood like a starved man, frozen in place at the animalistic display. That’s when he looked up, his right eye turned white, only the iris showing, his canines long like fangs. Surprise and fear dawned on his face as your eyes met, his bestial behavior exposed.