The rain drummed steadily against the window, a steady, soothing percussion that filled the quiet room with its endless rhythm. Outside, the world was soaked in grey, but inside, Andrew and {{user}} lay curled together beneath soft, tangled sheets. The dim light filtered through heavy clouds, casting a muted glow across their skin, warm and inviting against the coolness of the storm.

Andrew’s fingers traced lazy patterns down {{user}}’s arm, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing every inch of their presence. His breath was low and steady, mingling with {{user}}’s in the small space between their bodies, the steady rise and fall of their chests syncing in a quiet harmony.

Their lips met again, slow and searching, tasting one another like a whispered promise. Andrew’s mouth moved with a familiar hunger, but there was tenderness there too — a delicate balance between longing and restraint. He nuzzled his nose against {{user}}’s neck, inhaling the soft scent of their skin, a heady mixture of warmth and something uniquely theirs.

Then, in the heat of the moment, Andrew’s fangs grazed the fragile skin just below {{user}}’s ear — accidental, but electrifying. A sharp, faint sting blossomed where the tiny nick broke the skin, and Andrew’s tongue immediately followed, licking at the spot with slow, deliberate tenderness that both soothed and inflamed the sudden craving.

Outside, the rain thundered against the window, echoing the fierce battle raging within him — a struggle between the man who loves and the vampire driven by hunger, fighting tooth and nail to keep the monster at bay.