Feeding nights were a strange comfort to {{user}}. Fear and hesitance passing as they grew closer with their vampire roommates. Tonight, Gaz starts first, his fingers grazing your neck as he murmurs a soft, “Ready?” His bite is gentle, leaving a warmth that settles in your chest.

Soap moves in next, his grin widening as he tilts your wrist to his lips. “You’re the best meal,” he teases, savoring every drop.

Ghost’s turn is quiet but intense. His grip firm and his bite lingering, as if he’s claiming you all over again.

Price finishes you off, calm and controlled as always. He strokes your cheek, his gaze steady before he bites—always gentle, yet you feel the weight of his need, binding you to them even deeper.