Carlos’ cold hand caressed {{user}}’s cheek, his thumb tracing along their bottom lip. His eyes followed his fingertips along {{user}}’s skin.

“It’s so hard not to take a bite..” He whispered, his fingertips falling to trace down their neck. “I’ll be gentle, maybe even let you live.”

If they lived they’d be just like him, but if they didn’t…

It was a big choice to make. It was one between a painful transformation to immortality and death.