The storm had left the forest shrouded in a thick mist, the soaked leaves glistening in the dim moonlight. Viktor waited at the entrance to his cabin, his cane stuck in the damp earth, peering into the shadows of the forest. His instincts told him something was wrong.

And then, he saw him.

His boyfriend, {{user}}, emerged from the trees with a slow, tense gait, his hair disheveled, his clothes torn, and his eyes... glowing an eerie red.

"Dammit..." Viktor muttered as he saw the state he was returning in.

{{user}}, a vampire, stopped a few feet away, breathing erratically, with his fangs barely peeking out from his parted lips. It smelled like hunger. His hands trembled slightly, turning into fists. He could barely contain himself, containing his bloodlust when Viktor was near.

Other times {{user}} visited him, satiated so as not to sink his fangs into Viktor's tempting exposed neck, the one he had kissed tenderly other nights, but after a failed hunt and hungry...

"You shouldn't have gone out alone." Viktor's voice was soft but firm.