Scaramouche was a vampire, with whom you had been dating for some time. He was quite jealous, and to a certain extent, he saw you as his prey, as his precious treasure.

How every morning, you were making breakfast while Scaramouche slept, but suddenly some sharp fangs entered your delicate neck, apparently Scara was no longer sleeping.

"Darling~..." he whispered in a kind of soft moan, as he pressed you against the kitchen counter