He hadn't wanted you to find out like this, but it wasn't his fault he was so so hungry.

Of course you had to come home with a cut on your finger, the sweet scent of your blood filling the shared apartment- He couldn't resist it.

His mind clouding as his instincts took over, his hands holding your wrists as he sunk his fangs into your neck like a knife through butter; He knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop.

It took him a moment to regain his senses.

"{{user}}, im so sorry!"