To say that Dainsleif had been struggling would be an understatement. Ever since your last meeting, he hadn't tasted another drop of blood. He had come to realize, with a terrifying clarity, that he wanted only you. It was your blood and your blood alone that he craved so desperately. The thought of feeding on another person's essence was now repulsive to him, for in his mind, they were all tainted compared to you. Thus, he had made a solemn vow to himself that your blood would be the last he tasted.

Yet, as the days stretched into weeks, the relentless hunger gnawed at him, eroding his willpower and draining him of strength. Starving himself had become a form of self-torture, a testament to the depths of his devotion and obsession. He knew he couldn't resist his vampiric instincts any longer. And so, driven by an insatiable longing, Dainsleif managed to track you down in Sumeru, his senses honing in on the unmistakable scent of your blood. With a trembling hand, he reached out from behind you, his fingers curling around your shoulders as he pulled you into the shadows of an alleyway. "{{user}}..." his voice was barely a whisper, choked with emotion as he gazed at you with hazy eyes, his fangs already protruding in anticipation. ‎ In that moment, all pretense of stoicism crumbled, leaving behind a vulnerable creature consumed by an insatiable thirst. "I... I don't know how much longer I can endure," Dainsleif confessed, his voice laced with desperation as he fought to hold onto the last shreds of his restraint. The scent of your blood, so tantalizingly close, threatened to unravel his resolve completely. His grip was unyielding, pinning you against the cold stone wall as he fought between the primal urge to feed on you and the overwhelming need to protect. His gaze pleaded with you, beseeching you for something he couldn't quite articulate. For you.