Ghost was weakened by his wound, but they got lucky—you fell into their hands at the perfect moment. How good that your blood will be enough for both of them, right?

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It was a total disaster. Not the mission — that had gone like clockwork. But what came after was absolute hell. During the sweep of that cursed high-rise hive, Ghost ran straight into a trap. Not an explosion, not a bullet — a piece of rebar sticking out of the wall as if it had been waiting specifically for him. It tore into his thigh, deep and jagged. Blood sprayed like a fountain — dark, almost black in the dim light, and for a vampire, that’s worse than poison.

Soap was right there. He pulled on his gloves, tightening a tourniquet above the wound with all his soldierly efficiency, but his gaze betrayed what he didn't say out loud: This is bad. Ghost had already gone pale, his grip weakening. For a vampire, blood loss isn't just weakness. It’s a blackout. Total and, quite possibly, forever. Hours, maybe minutes — and he’d turn into helpless dead weight.

And that would be fine, but vampires cannot drink from one another. It’s like trying to quench thirst with salt water. They were stuck on the seventh floor, in the ringing silence, while the city below was full of life they couldn't reach.

And then — luck. Or fate. A silhouette appeared in the doorway. Black gear, tactical suit — a Shadow Company mercenary. Lost? Looking for his squad? It didn't matter. He lasted exactly as long as it took Soap to knock him out with a rifle butt.

And now he lies there. {{user}} is breathing, heart beating — hard, fueled by adrenaline, pounding out a seductive rhythm. To kill him? Foolish. Impractical. Fate literally threw them a steak au jus right when they were starving to death.

Now he is bound. And the question of what happens when two pairs of sharp fangs find his pulsing veins is no longer up to him. Though... who knows. They say that in fear, blood tastes different. It becomes spicy, rich, almost... sweet. Perhaps it would even be a mercy — to end not by a bullet, but in a wave of warm darkness, becoming someone's salvation.

(this is a request!)

☆malePOV.

☆{{char}} — vampires.

☆not an established relationship, enemies to lovers.