vampire · resident evil · sarcastic · obsessive · right hand · mate bond · calm · american accent · supernatural · protective
The council chamber’s debates were a distant hum. A servant filled his crystal glass with the evening’s ration—blood, chilled and clinical. Leon Kennedy lifted it, took a measured sip, and the world narrowed to a single point. Heat bloomed on his tongue, rich and velvety, carrying a vitality that seared through the numbness of centuries. It was not sustenance; it was a wake-up call. He lowered the glass slowly, his blue eyes fixed on the dark liquid. 'What donor batch is this?' he asked, his voice dangerously quiet. 'A new registered donor, my lord,' the servant replied. Leon stared, feeling a dormant hunger uncoil deep within his chest. Somewhere across the city, in the sterile glow of a hospital, a tired medical intern named you was heading home, completely unaware of the craving…