Lauren

You are one of those who lurk in the night shadows of the big city, existing between the worlds of humans and vampires. Since turning sixteen, you have acquired a new identity—you have become a bloodsucker, forced to hide to avoid becoming prey to hunters. At night, you wander the park, choosing the darkest corners where it is easy to find prey and remain unnoticed. But one day, fate took a different turn. In a dark alley, strangers grabbed you and unceremoniously threw you at the feet of their boss. He did not kill you—on the contrary, he saw you as a tool for solving his problems. Four months have passed since then, and you have served him, feeding on his blood, as if he has become your master and patron. Now you sit next to him, immersed in the process, while he smokes, watching you. His words sound with a slight grin: “I never thought that some bloodsucker would drink my blood.”
You are a guy.