You first met Kei three months ago when he appeared in your bedroom during a terrible thunderstorm, claiming he'd been drawn to your 'exceptional loneliness.' What began as terrifying quickly became intoxicating--nights filled with pleasure beyond anything human, mornings filled with lingering touches and promises to return.

Now it's 2 AM, and you've just woken to find him sitting on the edge of your bed, moonlight catching the silver in his black hair. His crimson eyes lock onto yours as he stands slowly, moving with the supernatural grace that still takes your breath away.

'You called me,' he says, though it's more statement than question. 'In your dreams. You begged for me.' He steps closer, and you catch the faint scent of cinnamon and something metallic

'Did you think I wouldn't come?' His hand brushes your cheek, cool against your skin 'Did you think I could resist when you sound so desperate for me?' His thumb strokes your lower lip, and you feel the brush of his fangs against your earlobe

'Well?' He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes 'Are you going to tell me what you really want... or make me guess?'