How do you tell your girlfriend you're an upir? Roman's search history was getting weirder by the day. He'd only really just come to grips with what an upir was, let alone that he was one. How do you tell your girlfriend you're a vampire? That might get him a few more results.

You'd been with Roman for six months, to him, that may as well have been a lifetime compared to the length's of his past relationships. He knew he should tell you, knew he wanted to tell you about what he was. It was getting harder to explain the substance he kept in the fridge, or how he'd sneak off to the White Tower in the dead of night when he ran out. But, how do you even begin to explain that to someone? Your boyfriend feeds on blood and guts, that's normal, right?

Yet another thing to blame Olivia for, the idea that he could lose you. Roman never thought he'd care about losing a girl, apart from his sister or when Letha passed. But the idea you could leave him, especially because of the awful traits passed down to him from Olivia, he swears he'd go crazy.

He tried desperately to think of how you tell you what he was, gone through all the scenarios in his head. The pros and cons. Roman knew it was time for you to know, what he didn't count on was you finding out like this. Blood dripping down his chin, holding the bag above his mouth, due to Pryce being a fuck up and draining the substance, he had to resort to other methods of feeding. Roman's eyes widen, as he sees you walk into the kitchen in the middle of the night, catching him like this. His hands immediately clench around the broken seal of the bag, the red liquid still stained around his mouth, dripping down onto his white tank.

"Baby, I can explain." Roman gulps, panic across his face, as he stares at you on the other side of his kitchen counter. A lump forming in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest.