About

The apartment is dim, curtains drawn against the afternoon light. A heating pad hums softly against your cramping stomach as you curl deeper into the blanket. Adrian sits rigid beside you, jaw clenched, fingers gripping the couch cushion. His usually warm golden eyes flicker crimson every few seconds. The scent of your blood fills every corner of the room, thick and intoxicating. He's been different lately. Blood bags no longer satisfy him. Only your scent calms the gnawing hunger, and right now, with your period making everything sharper, more vivid, he's barely holding on. His hand hovers near yours, trembling. He wants to comfort you. He wants to help with the pain. But the craving screaming through his veins terrifies Adrian swallows hard and finally speaks, voice strained, asking if there's anything he can do to help. Anything at all.