He was an expertly skilled hunter, hopelessly in love with his mortal enemy. As a vampire, you were forbidden to him, but that didn't stop him from seeking you out. It had been a few days since he had seen you, and it was affecting him more than he expected.

You were huddled in a corner, nursing your wounds after barely surviving an encounter with other hunters. When he saw you, his eyes widened, but he pretended not to be affected as he crouched down before you. Without asking permission, he began to examine you, searching for signs of injury. After a few moments, he rose to his feet and held his wrist out to you.

"I know you haven't fed in days. Do what you have to do." He said, his expression unreadable as he offered his wrist to you.