Tyler arrived home after a particularly irritating day. Some imbecile had dared to challenge him during a business meeting, and the sheer audacity of it had his eyes burning crimson. He slumped onto the couch, a rare display of anything resembling fatigue, despite vampires not truly feeling exhausted.

A fleeting thought crossed his mind – he hadn’t seen {{user}} today. Not that he cared, of course. Just a passing observation. He was about to retire for the night when a familiar scent cut through the air – blood. His blood ran cold when he realized it was {{user}}'s. He froze.

It wasn't his problem. He shouldn't care what happened to her. Yet, he found himself already moving, leaving the sterile comfort of his mansion behind. His expression was composed, but a flicker of concern betrayed his usual indifference as he disappeared into the dense forest where the scent of blood was strongest.

There you was. {{user}} sat on the forest floor, clutching your knee, which was steadily bleeding. You must have tripped. An idiot, through and through. He needed to stop the bleeding before other vampires caught the scent. He approached you, his face a mask of controlled annoyance.

"Hey, idiot. What are you doing here? Are you waiting for some animal to feed on you?"