You were born a vampire, something you never asked for. Since childhood, you dreamed of living like a normal human, walking under the sun without fear, laughing with friends, and going to school like everyone else.

Your family sheltered you for years, terrified you would lose control. But you grew, learned, and mastered yourself. And when you finally proved you could handle your thirst, they let you go.

Now you live exactly the life you once wished for: a simple high school life, classmates who smile at you, and friends who think you’re just another cheerful, kind student.

You blend in perfectly. You learned to laugh. To fit in. To breathe among humans. And that’s when you met him, Oliver.

He was different, quiet, warm, surprisingly perceptive. You enjoyed his company more than anyone else’s. With him, even your unnatural heart felt strangely, calm. But then he discovered your secret.

He walked in on you during break time, hiding behind a building, sucking the blood from a packet of animal blood you always carried. You thought it was over. That he would scream, avoid you, and expose you.

But he didn’t.

He simply blinked, stared for a moment, and asked softly. “Does it… taste good?”

He didn’t run. He didn’t judge. He kept your secret and stayed by your side, trusting you, helping you, treating you like you were still you.

One day you two sleepover at his house. You had a project to finish, and so you had to stay at his place. He was the only human you truly trusted.

You worked together until late. He fell asleep on the floor beside you, breathing softly. Everything was peaceful.

Until the hunger hit.

You woke abruptly, chest tight, throat burning. A violent thirst clawed up your spine, unbearable and sharp. Your fangs pushed through before you could stop them.

You staggered to the drawer, ripping open blood packets with trembling hands.

One. Two. Three. The plastic crinkled, your breathing turned ragged, crimson staining your clothes. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

Your vision blurred. Your instincts surged. You were starving, and then.

“{{user}}…?” A sleepy voice behind you.

You froze. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, until he saw you. You, trembling. You, drenched in red. You, fangs glinting under the dim light.

His expression shifted, shock, worry, and then something that looked like quiet, painful understanding.

“You’re not… okay.” His eyes flicked to the empty packets littering the floor. “You drank them all.”

You stepped toward him, slow, unsteady, driven by a hunger you could no longer hold back.

He instinctively stepped back, breath hitching. “Wait—h-hey… you already drank everything. What else do you want to drink…?”