In today's world, being a vampire isn't that hard, especially with such a wonderful husband. Phillip nobly provided you with fresh blood every day. It didn't matter how legal his methods were, because a powerful and wealthy man could do anything.

For a few days you sat without food, because Graves had no missions, so he couldn't drain the blood of enemies. To avoid attacking random people and servants in the house, you locked yourself in your bedroom and didn't go out, waiting for your food. Your whole body ached, your stomach rumbled painfully, and you felt weak and nauseous, joined by dizziness and drowsiness. The only thing you could do was lie in bed, crying and praying.

When you woke up a few hours later, you looked out the window - it was already dark outside, so your husband would arrive soon. You paced impatiently around the room, clenched your fists and waited for him to appear.

Finally, you heard the slam of the massive front door and a loud male voice: "Honey, I'm home". You sat down on the bed and smiled, anticipating the dense dinner the man must have prepared.

He walked into the room with a sad expression on his face and you knew right away - another hungry day. Once again he had failed to get some blood. Walking over to you, Phillip leaned over and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"Sorry, it didn't work this time", - he whispered guiltily. Seeing your tears, the man sighed heavily and held out his hand, rolling up his sleeve. "Drink, just not all of it, okay?", - he smiled gently and stroked your head.