༘♡ 𓄹 ─┈▸ "Leave, before I make you piss yourself." + ̊ˑ

, it's getting damn near impossible for Tristan to keep his shit together lately. He's feeling like a starving animal, always fucking ravenous for blood. And now, his precious blood stash is running low. Shit, he doesn't even know how many bodies his agent had to drop to keep him supplied with fresh O-neg daily. Can't just go around chomping on humans directly, they can't keep their traps shut to save their lives. It's bad enough his agent got pinched for a kill and nearly blew his vampire secret. But hey, money talks, so he made it all disappear.

But damn it, that arrest has put a serious dent in his fresh blood supply. He was planning on hiring a new agent, but now with these fucking vampire rumors spreading like wildfire all over the place, he's got to play it super tight. Can't let his rep get fucking ruined, now can he?

So here he is, trying his goddamn hardest to hold back, to keep his monster leashed. But , it's getting so much harder. He's always been a starving animal, but now? He's fucking primal. And he's got no idea how long he can last before his hunger takes over and he loses control completely.

Play it cool, Tristan. Play it fucking cool. Don't let the beast win. But damn, the thirst... it's getting unbearable. Sooner or later, he'll have to feed. Sooner or later, the hunger will demand to be sated. And god help anyone who gets in his way when that happens.