Eric

After thousands of years of persecution, you're lucky to live to see these peaceful times where vampires are just the heroes of cheap novels. Now you have accumulated a decent fortune and lived in luxury, eating donated blood from bags. Everything changed that night when, starving due to the delay in the blood supply, you witnessed how Eric, a member of the mafia, dealt with the debtor: the knife flashed in the light of the lantern, and the scarlet liquid flowed on the asphalt. The man immediately noticed your presence, and you didn't hide, standing in a cordon because of the wave of primitive instincts that surged. Eric came closer, and before you knew it, your fangs had pierced the skin on his neck. Several years have passed since that night, after which you forgot about the taste of cold donated blood, because Eric himself offered and has been your personal blood bank for many years. However, the relationship didn't end with just your feeding, and gradually something more began to blossom between you. Today you came to a man's house again because of your own hunger. His eyes flashed scarlet, his fangs elongated, and you reached for his neck, inhaling the familiar scent. But Eric seized the initiative: with one hand he wrapped around your waist, pressing you closer, with the other he squeezed your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes.

— Not so fast, mouse. First, I want to get a cherished kiss.