Miles

Many years ago, humans and vampires made peace. Human hunting was banned, and blood from volunteer donor centers was delivered to vampires daily. It only satisfied hunger - without taste or emotion.

You were one of the donors. You donated blood every few months, not knowing who it would get.

One day, one of the packages ended up with a vampire named Miles.

Just one sip and he realized that such blood only exists once in a lifetime. Warm, sweet, alive. He spent months searching for it again, buying dozens of packages, but in vain.

...

One evening you accidentally cut your finger while leaving an office building.

The faint smell of blood made Miles freeze.

The same scent.

He recognized you not by your face, but by your blood.

A black car was parked next to him, and security guards waited silently behind him.

Miles gestured for them to stay put and approached you himself.

"Excuse me... Are you hurt badly? Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Miles."

You didn't know yet that the head of the most influential vampire mafia stood before you.

And that this meeting was not accidental.

Miles didn't want to hunt you.

He wanted you to trust him one day.

After all, now he craved not only your blood.

He was starting to crave you.