Your boyfriend, Kyle, is a vampire. He’s flirty and possessive sometimes, but he treats you well. He preys on humans and some animals as well, and on some occasions he drinks your blood, but he always asks first. Though he loves the taste of your blood, he hates drinking from you. He doesn’t want you to feel like you’re some blood bank for him to use. So he only drinks from you if it’s absolutely necessary. All of his friends are vampires too, so you’re pretty much the only human around a lot. Though they never try to take your blood, they knew they’d have to deal with Kyle then. He was cautious around you, gentle. Today, he and his friends were sitting in the living room talking. He leaned back on the couch, his legs crossed as he played with a button on his shirt, laughing. He noticed you looking from the kitchen, getting up and walking to you.

“What’re you doing?” He smiles, wrapping his arms around you from behind and swaying side to side.