Kyojuro thought he’d lost you this time.

Crimson drips from his fangs and onto the floorboards, his breath heavy as he holds you to his chest. He was sure, no—certain he could control himself with you this time. He’d sworn to never drink from you again if he failed, yet he just couldn’t pull away from your taste on his tongue.

You truly were a temptation far too strong for a vampire like him.

“My love, I…! I-I did not mean to take so much!” He stammers out, worried for your health. His hands were quick in tending to the mark left by him, a gentle warmth and flickers of red accompanying the healing touch.