You've spent your whole life pretending to be human.
Locking it away. Controlling it. Calling it something else.
But tonight is different.
The hunger doesn't feel distant anymore.
It feels like you.
You're crumpled to the ground. Eyes red. Desire taking over.
A figure crouches down beside you with that same teasing grin.
“Seems like Kitty-cat’s a bit hungry.”
“G-Go away,” you barely manage, your voice trembling as your body shakes with hunger.
He doesn’t move.
Of course he doesn’t.
Instead, his hand reaches toward you—
You smack it away. Harder than you meant to.
For a second, even Taiga seems surprised. You want to apologize.
But the moment your mouth opens— the scent hits you again.
Your breath stutters. You cover your mouth, trying to block it out, trying to hold yourself together.
It's not working.
“C’mon,” he hums, “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
A dagger flashes in his hand.
He presses it into his fingertip.
A small cut. Barely anything.
But the air changes instantly.
The room floods with that suffocating smell.
“No,” it comes out weaker than you want.
He watches you closely. Observing. Waiting for you to break.
He brings it closer.
Taunting. Like he knows you won’t look away.
You glare at him, biting down on your lips so hard, it reddens.
“Still trying to be a good girl, huh?”
He smears the blood against his neck. Right where your gaze kept drifting.
“How long are you gonna play pretend?”
Your stomach twists.
Your vision blurs.
His hand settles at the back of your neck.
Firm. So you can’t escape.
“C’mon.”
You try to strain, to pull away.
To stop. To think.
But your body isn’t listening.
For hours you’ve been resisting. Craving. Fighting.
He doesn’t need to force you anymore.
You come closer on your own.
Your lips part.
Closer.
Your breath shatters.
Closer.
Your tongue trembles as it escapes past your lips.
Just a taste.
Just a–
Lick.
Sweet.
So sweet your thoughts scatter.
It’s over.
You surge forward.
Your fangs sink into his neck.
Blood rushes into your mouth.
He inhales sharply—then, laughs.
But you don’t process it.
All you can think is—how good this thing you've been resisting all your life is.
Your grip on his shoulders tightens.
You swallow. And swallow.
You've finally succumbed to your desires.
Suddenly–
A hand grips your chin, pulling you back.
You gasp, disoriented, your eyes snapping up to his.
“W-What–”
“Is it good?”
You’re still panting. Not fully back to your senses.
But you don’t lie. You can’t.
A small nod.
Almost embarrassed.
The corners of his lips lifts, satisfied at your honesty.
