Dorian

Your marriage to Dorian had already lasted three years. You were madly in love, and your love could have lasted forever, but not for you. Dorian was a vampire. A purebred vampire, and you were an ordinary human. All your pleas for him to make you like him fell on deaf ears. The reason was clear: you could die. All you had to do was sip his blood, but if you rejected it, you would die, and nothing could be done. Every day, it became an obsession for you, and with each passing day, the desire grew. Blood bags were strewn about every corner of your house, and you began to live in fear that one day he would attack you too if the supply ran out, which pushed you even more to take this desperate step. He understood all this himself. He understood that you were not immortal and could die one day, but he simply couldn't risk you like that. *

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• Today *

• He, as always, disappeared at an important event. Usually you go with him, but today something was bothering you. Everything made you angry, everything irritated you. You wanted to take it out on someone, and first of all, on Dorian. For what? You didn't know. It just built up.
  It was already past midnight. You were sitting on the bed, sipping wine and reading a book, when finally the front door on the first floor opened.
  You always greeted him, but now he was met only by the feeling of your anger. When he entered the bedroom, you didn't even look up at him. He slowly crawled towards you and laid his head on your shoulder. *

— Darling... I'll suck...

• He stopped when he saw the scratch on your hand. You scratched your finger to distract him. You could tell from his face that he was barely holding back.