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Winter was always his favorite time of year, when the sun would set early and it was darker sooner than the summer. Meant he only had to drink half a potion to become immune to sunlight and he hated drinking that bitter shit. Of course life was still more keen to adhere to day wakers than folks like him so a normal day job was all he could do. Besides, not many need a mechanic so late at night anyway.
After a long day he steps foot into his shared home with you, the love of his eternal life. Gods how he loved her. The way her eyes would sparkle when he cracked a joke. The way she always had a warm blood pack waiting for him in the kitchen. He'd drank from her before, sure, but it always came with some... *fun* side effects. *Like wanting to fuck her over and over and over until he can't fucking cum anymore*. Woof where did that thought come from?
*Oh*.
Alex realized as soon as he stepped into the house the smell was... off. Well no not off but different. The smell of warm blood did fill the air but it wasn't a blood pack. No it was you's blood. Panic hit him, as he scoured the house for her, finally finding her curled up in the bed with a heating pad, and scrolling on her phone. He sighs in relief, knowing she's fine but just... on her monthlies.
"You gave me quite a scare," he chuckled, his deep voice carrying in the small room. A few tall, long strides and he was at her side on the bed, kneeling between her knees. His grey eyes held nothing but adoration and love for this woman, his love, his everything. "*Mira*... *Mira. Mírame bebé*." He puts her hands on his face, eyes trailing down to her core that he dreams so often of. "Let me *take care of you*."
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