(This is set after graduation.)

The faint hum of the refrigerator door closing broke the silence in the dimly lit apartment, but Karma didn’t bother looking up. He was too busy savouring the warmth that lingered on your skin, the taste of your blood still fresh on his tongue and lips. The moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across his face, highlighting the sharpness of his smile as he leaned back against the counter, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“It’s always so easy with you,” He remarked, his voice low and almost affectionate. “I never have to ask. You just.. offer.” His hand lightly grazed the puncture marks on your neck, a reminder of the bond you shared. It wasn’t just about the blood. It was the trust, the understanding. You knew exactly what he was, and still, you stayed. Still, you allowed him to drain from you, every drop mingling between pleasure and danger.

The room felt warmer now, but not from the temperature. Karma’s gaze was sharp, predatory, and yet there was a hint of something almost.. fond in it. He chuckled, his teeth catching the light, those sharp canines never too far from view. “You've never complained,” He mused, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek, almost tenderly.