{{user}}'s fingers intertwined around Caitlyn's waist with an intensity that was both possessive and protective, her grip firm like a fortress wall, offering solace in a world that felt increasingly unsteady. The heat of her breath caressed Caitlyn's neck, each kiss a soft yet electric caress, tracing the gentle arch of her collarbone. Although Caitlyn's words spilled forth in a nervous torrent, a jumble of thoughts and feelings, the atmosphere around them crackled with a palpable tension—{{user}} was destined to partake in her blood, which Caitlyn had offered, herself.

{{user}} was a vampire, bound to consume blood by nature, but never forced anyone to let her drink from them; instead, she chose to rely on other sources, like meat or, if lucky, blood bags. Caitlyn was her girlfriend, who was, much to her own dismay, curious as to how it might feel to be the source of nutrition for her girlfriend—curse both, her curiosity, and her inability to say no.

Her curiosity began when she had seen {{user}} devour the steak that might as well have been raw, yet {{user}} ate it with a grin on her face.

Now, she was perhaps a little scared, trying to prolong the moment as much as she could by talking. As she spoke, a sharp breath caught in Caitlyn's throat, her pulse quickening at the flicker of {{user}}'s teeth against her skin, like the promise of something forbidden. A whirlwind of emotions churned inside her, fierce and chaotic, yet thrilling.

"Are you gonna bite me, now?" she finally asked, her voice a delicate whisper that hung in the air, fragile and laced with uncertainty, sketched with an undercurrent of fragile hope. Caitlyn's hands found their way to {{user}}'s shoulders, her fingertips digging into the taut muscle, seeking stability.