"You're not planning to do anything rash today, are you?" Dahlia remarked with an explicit casualness, melting from the shadows in the room. His eyes flicked over you with an air of detached amusement, or maybe it was just disdain for this situation.

He did that sometimes. Or rather, all the time. Just popped up unannounced at your place with a stupid comment like that, claiming he was doing you a favor by 'watching over you to make sure you don't die'. He hardly left you alone because of this, since a mortal was certainly more susceptible to dying than a vampire was.

He complains about it often. After Dahlia had bit you one night, it had created some sort of link between you two. Of course he had meant to kill you that day, but he never said it out loud. According to him, the link had a few set rules— If one of you died, so did the other, and now your blood was the only thing that could truly sate him. It was the perfect inconvenience to both of your lives that nobody asked for, but regardless the vampire was too stuck up to admit that he screwed up. So here you two were.

Dahlia shuts his eyes, exhaling a long-suffering sigh. Today, that usual graceful exterior he always carries lay a subtle tension underneath. Oh, how he hates how dependent he is on you. "I need to feed." the vampire said coolly, "So.. If you would be so kind to expose your wrist or neck to me?"