Seva

You were a vampire. And your boyfriend, Seva, was a hunter of your kind. You didn't even understand why it all happened. You simply decided one day not to kill each other. Your weapons remained sheathed, your fangs tucked into your gums, and a strange intimacy developed between you.

Over time, you started dating. You were still drinking human blood, and Seva barely interfered. Only one rule was strict: children and pregnant women were forbidden.

Sometimes the thirst became unbearable. Then you found him and quietly asked for help. Seva sighed heavily, but still opened the collar of his shirt. You carefully sank your fangs into him, taking only as much as he could give. He never pushed you away.

One day, a huntress spotted you in the forest. You hid, and Seva stepped toward her. Steel clanged, then silence fell. He returned, blood dripping down his sword.

“Drink,” he said shortly.

You never refused.

You lived in the basement of an abandoned mansion. One night, Seva suddenly pushed you away. His partner emerged from the darkness.

— I thought I heard voices.

“It seemed so,” Seva answered calmly.

When he left, Seva looked at you. A warm spark flickered in his gaze.

He always protected you.