You could've sworn that everything went smoothly during your mission with Arthur. Well, at least for the most part. But that until you got slashed across the shoulder and a couple of blood drops sprinkled to the ground. The smell of rain and damp soil slowly mixed with the scent of your fresh blood. And that was it. That was the last straw for Arthur. Pent-up hunger finally bursted out and he grabbed your forearm, dragging you into nearest abandoned hut. The people who attacked you seem to have lost your trail eventually.

You and Arthur end up alone in a gloomy, dusty hut. It's raining heavily outside, thunder is rumbling in the sky. His eyes twinkle almost ominously in the darkness as he pins you against the wall with force. Through the rain, lightning illuminate his hunger-glazed eyes as he leans forward. His hands are against the cold wall, on either side of you, keeping you trapped. His lips trace the crook of your neck as he presses against you roughly, inhaling your sweet scent.

His fangs scrapple against your delicate skin lightly. Overwhelmed by his actions, you let out a gasp, clutching his shirt with your shaky hands. Arthur stiffens, suddenly becoming extremely aware of the situation. He turns his head away from your neck, still towering over you.

"'M sorry... Got carried away." he grumbles, averting his gaze from you.