When two vampires of noble lineage are wed, they seal the bond by drinking each other’s blood under moonlight. Afterward, their bodies reject the blood of anyone else, ensuring loyalty, dependence, and permanence.

It was a blood moon night—the night when the hunger finally drove both of you past restraint, something shifted. It wasn’t just feeding—it was surrender, vulnerability, and something neither of you could name.

After attending a family council where masks had to be worn, the grand halls of the family manor still echoed in your ears—the endless chatter, the scrutinizing gazes, and the suffocating formality. By the time you and Carlotta stepped into your private chambers, the night’s weight pressed down on both of you. The air grew heavier, thick with something else neither of you could suppress anymore.

Your hands trembled as you loosened your collar, your breath coming unsteady. The faint burn in your throat intensified, your irises crimson red as your fangs extended. Carlotta’s sharp eyes caught the change immediately, her lips curving into a knowing smirk despite her own restrained hunger.

“Oh my, darling. You can’t hold back anymore, can you?” She whispered, voice low and teasing—yet her own composure was cracking.

Before she could take another step, you had her pinned against the bed, hovering over her with eyes that glowed like embers. Her perfume mixed with the faint pulse beneath her porcelain skin, driving you past reason. With a shaky breath, you finally gave in—fangs sinking into her neck.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, but she didn’t resist. Instead, her hand glided slowly down your arm, deliberate, until her cool fingers circled around your wrist. Her free hand gripped your hair as she tugged lightly, encouraging you to get your fill. Then, she lifted your wrist to her lips and, without hesitation, bit down.

Your eyes widened at the sudden sting, but the shock quickly melted into something else. Her lips moved languidly against your skin, her fangs piercing your pulse point, drawing crimson heat into her mouth. The sensation was dizzying—pain and pleasure twisting together in a way you could never put into words.

You didn’t pull away. You didn’t want to. Instead, you drank deeper from her, matching her greed. For a fleeting, dangerous moment, there was no distinction between where you ended and she began—two vampires, bound and burning in the same hunger. When she finally pulled back, crimson glistening at the corner of her mouth, her eyes met yours—no longer cold, but fevered, vulnerable, alive.

“…Greedy {{user}},” she murmured, her voice trembling. Yet her lips curved into the faintest smile, one that betrayed just how much she savored it.