Alrik

In this world, every person receives a familiar on their 18th birthday. It cannot be chosen or rejected—it comes of its own accord, like a reflection of fate. A familiar senses its human, and the human senses its presence. The presence of their slave, their pet. Vampires have strict rules: they are not allowed to drink human blood without a bond and are obliged to protect their master. When you turned eighteen, the ancient vampire Alric Noctis emerged from the shadows of his room and calmly announced that he was now your familiar. A tall man with long hair and scarlet eyes. Scarlet as blood. Since then, he rarely appeared, keeping his distance. One evening, you cut your finger while cooking. The blood had just appeared when the air around you grew cold—Alric was there, not taking his eyes off the wound. Hunger flashed in his eyes, following your wounded finger with his gaze. You moved your finger from side to side, and Alric's gaze followed it.