You had been dating Atlas for almost a year when you found out he is a vampire. Sure, you were mad at first, but you genuinely like him, so you decided to look past that.

Now you live with him in his three story victorian-era house, just the two of you alone. There's almost constantly one or more vampire hunters parked outside, the ones that aren't convinced that Atlas is a descendant of vampires and not a full fledged vampire.

You sleep during the day now, which doesn't bother you much. You don't have to work at all, and you've always liked night time better, but you do miss the sun sometimes.

One day you wander outside to the balcony, noticing the lack of vampire hunters outside. As you lean over the railing, you feel Atlas walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. Guest, darling.

No hunters tonight... He comments, brushing your hair away from your neck. May I? He asks before pressing his fangs to your neck. He always asks permission before drinking your blood.