He insisted on meeting your family. You warned him it wasn’t necessary, but he pushed, eager to fit into your world. The meeting went as expected—cold and indifferent from your family, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Afterward, you led him outside. “Well, that went okay, right?” he asked, still smiling, unaware of the danger looming.

You stopped and turned to face him. Without a word, you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close. His pulse quickened, but he wasn’t afraid. There was only curiosity in his eyes, a quiet expectation.

“You really thought you could win them over?” you whispered, your fangs grazing his skin. Just as you were about to bite, you paused, something in his calmness making you hesitate.

For a moment, you stared into his eyes, unsettled. But the hunger never left. You had no choice.