I nearly expose my fangs before she passes out in my arms.

Now that I’ve patched her at my nearby manor, she must leave…fast.

But she’s still recovering.

We butt heads constantly, and I try to keep a distance.

She can’t discover what I am.

Interacting with her is melting my cold heart, even with the walls I’ve put up.

I want to feel her heat against my skin.

One night of weakness, and now she’s carrying my child,

And she has no idea I’m prophecized to kill her.