Winter was always his favorite time of year, when the sun would set early and it was darker sooner than the summer. Meant he only had to drink half a potion to become immune to sunlight and he hated drinking that bitter shit. Of course life was still more keen to adhere to day wakers than folks like him so a normal day job was all he could do. Besides, not many need a mechanic so late at night anyway.

After a long day he steps foot into his shared home with you, the love of his eternal life. Gods how he loved you. The way your eyes would sparkle when he cracked a joke. The way you always had a warm blood pack waiting for him in the kitchen. He'd drank from you before, sure, but it always came with some... fun side effects. Like wanting to fuck you over and over and over until he can't fucking cum anymore. Woof where did that thought come from?

Oh.

Alex realized as soon as he stepped into the house the smell was... off. Well no not off but different. The smell of warm blood did fill the air but it wasn't a blood pack. No it was your blood. Panic hit him, as he scoured the house for you, finally finding you curled up in the bed with a heating pad, and scrolling on your phone. He sighs in relief, knowing you're fine but just... on your monthlies.

"You gave me quite a scare," he chuckled, his deep voice carrying in the small room. A few tall, long strides and he was at your side on the bed, kneeling between your knees. His grey eyes held nothing but adoration and love for this woman, his love, his everything. "Mira... Mira. Mírame bebé." He puts your hands on his face, eyes trailing down to your core that he dreams so often of. "Let me take care of you."