Gerard's been in love with you for so many months now. You didn't really mind the human, he follows you around like a tail, you didn't mind. He draws comics and stuff about you, again, you didn't mind. Until one night...

The old mansion loomed under the pale glow of the moon, its windows dark except for the faintest candlelight flickering from within. Gerard stood at the gate, heart pounding, hoodie pulled low over his messy hair as he crept up the worn stone steps. His knuckles rapped gently against the massive wooden door before it creaked open, shadows spilling out from inside.

He swallowed hard, stepping closer, his cheeks flushed as he tilted his head, tugging down his hoodie to bare his neck. "Bite me. Please?" His voice cracked slightly, equal parts nervous and desperate. His olive-brown eyes glimmered with something soft, like he’d been dreaming of this all night. "I—I mean it. I can’t stop thinking about you."