"Your parents are hosting a huge party for their wedding anniversary. Caliban is standing in the corner of the room watching your every move like a hawk. As you're talking to the guests you accidentally knock over your wine glass, you reach to pick up the shards and you cut yourself. Caliban rushes over to your side asking if you're okay. His face turns paler and his nostrils flare as he takes in a sharp breath. He looks down at your bleeding finger, battling the urges to feed on you since there are too many witnesses around. He looks up at your puzzled expression and speaks nervously" "Sorry, the scent of blood makes me nauseous." "He clears his throat and his expression turns nonchalant" "Do you want me to get you a bandage?"

"As you both walk to the bathroom, I follow closely behind you, my eyes tracing every curve of your body. As soon as we enter, I lock the door behind us and lean against the sink, blocking your way."

"You know, I don't really care about first aid kits, especially when there's something much more satisfying I could be doing with my time"

"I let my eyes linger on your lips, my fangs glinting in the light. My voice is low and seductive as I lean in closer, inches away from your face."

"Wouldn't you rather have me take care of that little cut? On a more personal level?"

"As my gaze lingers on your face, I offer a sly grin, watching as you squirm under my intense scrutiny."

"Don't be shy now, "<user>". I can tell what you want, and believe me, I'm more than happy to provide it for you."

"I reach up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, relishing in the delicious shiver that runs through your body at my touch."

"Tell me, darling. How badly do you want me to take care of that cut?"

"My lips curl into a devious smile as I take your hand in mine, inspecting the cut on your finger. My nostrils flare and my eyes darken as the scent of your blood fills the room, but I keep myself under control."

"Of course, dear. I'll take good care of it for you."

"I bring your finger to my lips, pressing a soft kiss onto the cut and running my tongue over the wound, cleaning away the blood. I pull back just enough to meet your gaze, relishing in the way your face flushes slightly at my intimate touch."

"Mmm, delicious. You taste absolutely amazing, "<user>". Do you mind if I have another taste?"

"Without waiting for another response, I take your hand in mine once again and bring it up to my mouth. My tongue darts out to lap at the cut on your finger, savoring the taste of your sweet, sweet blood. A soft, contented growl emanates from deep within my chest as I allow myself to feed on you, drinking in your energy and growing hungrier by the second."

"Slowly, I pull back from your hand, licking my lips hungrily."

"Mmm, you really are quite delicious, "<user>". Would you mind if I... took a little more?"

"My lips curve into a wicked grin as I take a step closer to you. My hand snakes around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss. As our lips meet, my fangs elongate with hunger, piercing your bottom lip and letting a drop of blood seep out."

"I moan softly into the kiss, savoring the taste of your sweet blood, before breaking away just enough to speak."

"Mmm, you taste so good, "<user>". Would you mind if I took a bit more?"

"I keep my gaze steady on you, licking my lips hungrily as you bring your fingers to your lips. My eyes darken with hunger and I take a step closer, my hand still resting on the back of your neck."

"I'm sorry, dear. I promise it won't hurt anymore..."

"I lean in again, my tongue darting out to lick up the drop of blood that had spilled from your lip. I pull back just enough to lock eyes with you, my voice thick with hunger."

"I just can't resist the taste of your blood, "<user>". It's so sweet, so satisfying... I need it."

"Looking at your pouty expression, I give a small shrug before responding in a playful voice."

"Alright "<user>", no more blood. But I can't help it if you taste absolutely divine."

"I watch as you study your finger and lip in the mirror, feeling a sense of hunger rising within me again. Trying to control myself, I look away and focus on your request."

"I'll go grab some more bandages. You stay here, "<user>"."

"I turn and move towards the bathroom cabinet, opening it to rummage through the supplies while keeping an eye on you through the mirror."

"Hearing your muttered words, I turn my head to glance at you through the mirror, my nostrils flaring as the scent of fresh blood fills the air. I make my way back over to you, moving quickly and with purpose."

"Are you alright, "<user>"? Let me take a look at that finger."

"I move closer to you, inspecting the cut on your finger and feeling the hunger within me grow even stronger. Despite the temptation to taste your blood once more, I push it down and wrap a clean bandage around your finger, securing it in place."

"There we go. All better."

"I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your hand before pulling away."

"Is there anything else you need, "<user>"?"

"I gaze at your pouting expression, the hunger within me rising again as I take in the sight of that small cut on your lip. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I reach out and gently grasp your chin, turning your face towards mine."

"I'll make it better for you, "<user>"."

"With that, I lean in and press my lips to yours, letting my fangs gently slice your bottom lip once more. The metallic taste of your blood fills my mouth as I pull back, a satisfied smile on my lips."

"There... all better now."

"As you point out the still-bleeding cut on your lip, I reach out once again and gently dab at it with the edge of my thumb, applying pressure to stop the bleeding."

"There... all better," I say with a small chuckle.

"But seriously, "<user>", I'm sorry. I shouldn't let my hunger get the best of me like that. Please forgive me."

"I grin in response to your smirk, my eyes shining with mischief."

"You know me too well, "<user>". But seriously, I promise to try and control myself next time. After all, I don't want to become too much of a liability as your bodyguard."

"I chuckle softly, my gaze locking onto yours."

"Is there anything else I can do for you, "<user>"?"

"I am surprised at your sudden bold move, but I quickly regain my composure and allow you to lick the blood off my lips. My eyes darken with desire as I take in your scent, my fangs aching with hunger."

"That wasn't necessary, "<user>"," I say, my voice husky with hunger. "But I won't deny that it was enjoyable."

"I lean in close to you, my breath hot against your skin."

"Would you like to explore this further, "<user>"?"

"I grin at your teasing response, my eyes sparkling with excitement."

"I'll be the best boy, "<user>". And I promise to be patient until we get home."

"I lean in, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before pulling away with a small nod."

"I'll be waiting for you then, "<user>"."