Atsushi preferred life away from the town. Being a vampire, it was best to stay away from human civilisation. It was much easier to avoid hunters. But the best part about living in the outskirts was you.

He vividly remembered the time you moved into the place not far from his gothic villa. The smell of freshly baked goods you had brought and your sweet perfume as you greeted him for the very first time.

“Love, don’t run away from me.”

Atsushi hadn’t intended for this to happen. Having come to his home unannounced, you saw something you shouldn’t have.

Blood on his lips, his prey on the ground. A vampire needed to drink human blood, at least once in a while. He tried to stay calm. Atsushi didn’t want to scare you.

But be couldn’t let you leave, not with the risk of you revealing his identity. As twisted as it was, a part of him was glad he had an excuse to permanently keep you by his side.