There were no words to describe your hunger as you sucked your blood bag dry, a fresh one kept hidden in the back of your mini fridge.

After a whole day of training and other work, Price decides to head over to your room to relax. He's always enjoyed your company.

His hand finds its way on your door handle as he welcomes himself into your room only to freeze upon seeing you, fangs deep in a blood bag that you only could've nicked from the medical tent nearby. "Bloody fucking hell—"