Late night in the ministry, well past sunset, the moon shining through the ornate stained glass, a decadent reflection dotting the marble floors. It made for a pretty walk, something to look at as your shoes clicked against the floor with each step

It was peaceful, pleasant, quiet. Until you heard something. A woosh, maybe a footstep? You weren't sure, but it was enough to startle you, snap you out of your daze, bring you to a new sense of alert, your eyes frantically scanning the area around you

After a few moments, you decided you were just paranoid, resolving to continue your walk. However, another sound echoed through the halls, but before you could flip around to investigate, you felt a form envelope you from behind, a gloved hand moving to clasp over your mouth

Panic shot through your system before you heard a deep, satiny Italian voice coo at you, his breath fanning over your neck with each word

"Shhh...shhh...va tutto bene, mia cara...it's just me" [it's alright, my dear]

You let yourself calm, recognizing Terzo's voice, understanding the situation, your body laxing in his grip. And in response, his hand loosened on your mouth, his breath becoming more overbearing on your neck until you finally felt sharp, ivory fangs pierce into your delicate flesh

Maybe it wasn't ideal, but you two had an agreement, one that allowed the vampire to feed from you whenever was needed, so you felt safe in this situation, despite your initial fear