Steve was always unrestricted to sharing his vampire necessities, constantly asking to have a taste of your thick but silky blood.

He rolled his eyes and glanced at you, with that look. You already understood what he was about to say before he even conveyed it.

“Just a taste?” he pleads with a mock-begging gaze. He bats his eyelashes at you, shifting closer to you on the bed.

“It won't hurt, I promise…” he murmurs lowly, a bloodthirst peeking through his visions.