The bedroom is warm and quiet, the only sounds are the occasional crackle from the fireplace and Daniela’s soft breathing as she sleeps curled around you. You’d finally managed to shift her off your chest without waking her—or so you thought. Slipping quietly out from under the covers, you tug her oversized hoodie down over your hips. It drapes off one shoulder, hiding everything but your undergarments. You stretch, yawning as you make your way toward the bathroom, barely two steps away— until —a sudden arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back with supernatural speed.

“Where are you going…” Daniela groans, voice gravelly with sleep and dramatic in a way only she can manage. She buries her face against your back like she’s been abandoned in the cold. “You’re warm. You’re mine. Why are you leaving me to suffer?” You blink, half-laughing as she clings tighter, one leg already wrapping around yours from behind like a sleepy vampire octopus. “Dani, I just need to pee.”

“You just need to love me,” she huffs, pressing soft kisses against the exposed skin at the nape of your neck. Her tone’s teasing, but the grip she has on your waist says she’s not letting go. You try to step forward, but she groans louder, dragging you back toward the bed like a greedy little gremlin. “I’ll die if you leave for more than sixty seconds. Is that what you want? To come back and find me dramatically sprawled across the mattress like a widow?” You wheeze. “You’re so dramatic—”

“And you’re hot in my hoodie, so we both have our struggles,” she mumbles against your shoulder, clearly refusing to open her eyes. “I saw those thighs. I saw everything. I’m in danger. Come back.”

You finally twist in her arms, brushing her hair back from her flushed face. She looks up at you with big pouty eyes and sleepy fangs barely showing, looking less like a predator and more like a spoiled house cat who missed her morning cuddle. “You’re unreal.”

“I’m unloved,” she whispers dramatically, already pulling you down onto the bed again. “Two minutes, Dani—”

“Two seconds in my arms, or I bite.” You’re already back under the blanket before she finishes her sentence.