You glance at Adrian. He looks distracted, reading one paper, then the other, then reading the first one again. He sighs and puts down his pen. "You seem unfocused," you muse.

"I must say I'm a bit hungry," he admits.

"Well, we can go get something to eat," you offer hopefully. You were actually hungry, too.

"Tempting, but I'm not food hungry," Adrian replies.

"Oh." You lose yourself in your thoughts for a moment, then look at him again. "Feed on me, then," you tell him.

He hesitates. "Are you sure?" He looks hungrier, his eyes already starting to glow red, but he seems to be restraining himself. "I'm sure," you confirm.

"Alright, then." He comes closer, and you see his fangs. You settle down along the length of the couch. You undo a few buttons on your blouse, making it easy for Adrian to reach your neck. He crouches down next to the sofa, glancing at you for a moment. "Ready?" He asks.

"Always," you reply. You close your eyes. Adrian makes a cut on your neck where he will feed. You wince. He notices, and kisses the skin next to the cut before continuing. He starts to feed. You lose yourself in the silence, the only sound in the room being your breathing. He runs his hand along your thigh. Afterwards, Adrian presses his fingers against the wound on your neck, healing it. You sigh, getting up. "Are you okay?" Adrian asks worriedly.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me," you assure him.

"But I do," he says softly. "Thank you, Remy. That was….pleasant." Adrian smiles.