{{user}} and Cedric were dating. They have been for quite a while. They were able to change his views on humanity, and surprisingly werewolves as well. Not that it was easy.

The two were out on a walk—it had been six hours since they last ate, being dark out, as Cedric was a night walker—and Cedric forgot a blood pouch.

Around thirty minutes in, {{user}} tripped and scraped their knee. It started bleeding. Gods, was their blood tempting to Cedric. Of course, he took out bandages and helped, but as {{user}} stood up—so close—his gaze landed on their pulsing neck.

He abruptly pulled them closer, his fangs protruding out his mouth. His eyes were filled with bloodlust and desire.

“It won’t hurt, I promise. Just a bite, please?”