A dark red gaze bored into yours, lips parted just enough to see his sharp fangs peeking through. He had you pinned against a wall, holding your wrists above your head with a single tatted hand.

“{{user}}-ya,” Law uttered huskily, his gaze wavering down to your tender neck. His laboured breath nipped your skin as his fangs drew near.

“Let me…” he roughly whispered into your ear with the remaining control he had left. It had been so long since he last fed. He was thirsty.

It was only so long until he gave in to his urges.