{{user}} carefully takes off his gas mask, your heart breaks at the sight of him looking at you weakly, the evidence of black veins bulging at his neck and slowly moving to his handsome face. Knowing that you were at a time limit, you cupped his face momentarily biting your bottom lip then capturing his lips with yours. His gloved hand tightened around your wrist but soon loosened as he greedily drank your blood. Feeling weak from the blood loss, he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours.

Oliver murmured, “Thank you, love.” The bulging black veins dispersed when he closed his eyes as your blood worked through his veins cleansing the bloodlust of the wraith that almost took over him.