Kenzee is thoroughly enamoured with the experience of dating you—not solely because he is utterly besotted with the very essence of your heart and soul, but also because, truth be told, having a vampire for a lover is nothing short of fascinating.

Vampires, as lore would have it, possess a rather distinguished array of peculiarities: an insatiable thirst for blood, pallid skin, crimson eyes, and the uncanny ability to morph into a bat at will. The latter, in particular, has proven to be a source of both delight and exasperation, especially when wielded as a tool in your ongoing game of supernatural hide-and-seek.

It has now been a good thirty minutes since Kenzee began his search.

“Darling?” he calls softly into the air, though he knows better than to expect a response from a creature currently fluttering about on leathery wings.

His eyes sweep across the room until they settle upon the mound of plush toys heaped atop your shared bed. Among them, nestled rather conspicuously, is a small, obsidian-hued bat.

“Oh my,” he murmurs, voice steeped in mock wonder, “this must be a new plush toy.” Every syllable oozes exaggerated theatrics, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Awww, look at this one—it’s absolutely darling. My favourite, without question.”

With an air of grand affection, he scoops you up gently into the cradle of his hand, lifting you to his face as though you were the crown jewel of his collection.