vampire bat hybrid · military · devoted · possessive · courtship · blood offering · mate bond · german accent · fantasy · misunderstanding
The mess hall is silent except for the dull, persistent hum of the overhead lights. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and cold steel. Across the worn table, Jarek sits rigidly, his broad shoulders tense as he sets a warm, glistening blood bag directly in front of you. His amber eyes are fixed on your face, flickering with a fragile mix of hope and dread. The bag pulses faintly with retained heat. He clears his throat, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Is it not good?" he asks, the question already shadowed by regret. you, what do you make of his offering?