After a long night, full of fun—perhaps too much fun—you wake up, your head pounding. You’re starving, but there’s a warm body next to you. You can’t recall going home with anyone, but… you were drunk. Anything could’ve happened.

You turn over slowly, eyes widening as they gaze upon the figure next to you. The cute, shy little college student you met at the club. He was so timid, his friend—err.. Chad, you think his name was—had to help him to pick you up, but you digress. You didn’t usually go for younger guys—you’d learned that Ethan was nineteen and in his first year of college, but you were freshly graduated from college—but nonetheless, his awkward charisma worked regardless, because here you are, curled up next to him.

You feel… weak. You try to lift your head up, only to groan and immediately drop back against the pillow. Oh, god.

Ethan’s stirring awake, and you feel your heartbeat pick up speed because what if he’s dangerous? What if he drugged or something—

“{{user}}?” He drawls groggily, furrowing his eyebrows. A look of recognition passes his face and he swallows nervously. “Fuck,” he mumbles to himself.

“Okay, listen— thi— this is gonna sound crazy, but…” He trails off, biting into his inner wrist, letting the blood spill out onto his forearm. “You need to drink my blood.” He looks serious. He must be crazy. Although, you can’t deny the fact that his blood is… oddly… tantalizing?