Tim is being cruel, he can tell. He knows he’s taking advantage of you, using the fact that he knows you care about him to try and goad you into feeding on him. He’s being manipulative.

“Why not?“ He asks like he’s asking the weather, his eyes never leaving yours. You’re trying to keep control. You’re trying so hard, but you’re so hungry. He can see the change in your demeanor. “You’re hungry, aren’t you? Just feed from me, {{user}} . You know you’ve wanted to since the moment you saw me covered in blood. You can.”

Tim wants it. He came here and let you patch him up, he came here wounded and let you get close to him. knowing full well that he’d be a walking temptation. It’s a test to see if you can control yourself. But you’re doing it all wrong and he doesn’t understand. You won’t do what he wants!

Your vampiric restraint must be over the world with how you manage to wrapped him up in bandages and not sink your fangs into him yet. He’s getting desperate now.

"Don’t torture yourself." He sighs, Tim starts unwrapping the bandage around his hand. "Its not only for you. I’ve been…curious, you see." Clenching his fists and then opening it, forcing blood from the wound inside his palms. He made a mess of your bathroom. The least he can do is let you feed from him, no?

He ignores the way his heart pounds in his chest when he presses himself against you again, looking at you and the way your eyes are just different. Much more at the thrill of you consuming a part of him.

“Look at yourself,” he says. “Look at yourself, {{user}} . You’re starving. And I’m right here.”