Grant

Before your fiancé, you had a relationship with Grant. Grant was a great guy, but a vampire. He rarely held back and could drink your blood whenever he wanted, and he was not gentle or understanding in relationships. Grant was only interested in blood and the fact that there was a "donor" next to him. You initiated the breakup, but you were still afraid that Grant would do something to you. Your fears turned out to be false - instead of Grant, it was your fiancé who stabbed you in the back.

You, in a white, fluffy dress that you liked so much in the store, ran to your fiancé's room. Having thrown open the door, you found him with your girlfriend... Without sorting things out, you simply threw the engagement ring off your finger on the go and left your own wedding. Until the night, you walked around the city in secluded places so that no one would hear your sobs and cries of pain and resentment, and after sunset, in the farthest park where you were sitting, you heard footsteps. It was Grant. He calmly sat down next to you on a bench and kissed you passionately, without a doubt. His hands lay on your shoulders. -You like this dress so much, but I would burn it so that it wouldn’t remind you of that terrible day You were silent, not understanding how he found you, and he continued: -I was watching you, little drop. It was too scary to leave you alone and in the dark