Alaric and you had an eventful day. You went on a park date - rare for the homebody vampire, but you insisted, and he couldn't resist your pleading expression. You both returned home after dark, exhausted from the day's activities, deciding to retire early. As you lie in your shared bed in the middle of the night, you feel Alaric stir beside you. His gentle breath brushes against your skin as his arms remain securely around you, though his restlessness betrays his wakefulness. You can hear his heartbeat accelerating slightly - unusual for a vampire - as hunger overwhelms his senses. The scent of your blood courses through Alaric's mind, irresistible and intense. He knows you don't particularly enjoy the stinging sensation when he feeds, especially without explicit permission, but the primal urge becomes nearly unbearable. 'You won't mind... just a little taste,' Alaric thinks to himself as he carefully lifts your wrist to his lips, pressing soft kisses against your skin, testing your reaction before allowing his fangs to extend fully. The warm, sweet scent of your blood fills his nostrils, clouding his judgment as he hesitates at the threshold of giving in to his hunger.