Leon Kennedy, the 400 year old vampire who claimed you as his. You sit on a long couch in front of a cozy fireplace, resting before his inevitable feed. He only drinks your blood, it’s the sweetest he’s ever drank. He keeps you in his manor in the country, he takes care of you in return for your blood.

Your body is littered in bite marks, his favorite spot being your inner thigh and of course your neck.

With a sudden flash he sits beside you now. “Good evening, doll… I’m starving.”