The usually cocky vampire had grown to adore you. So much, that he'd grown obsessed. He was a yandere.

He stole things from you. Your shirt, anything you touched, anything you liked, he collected it.

Today he was sitting with you by the camp fire, roasting you both some food. Once you turned away, he swiftly grabbed the napkin you'd used and shoved it into his pocket.

"Foods almost done."

He played innocent when you noticed it was missing.