"Faaaaake blood tastes like garbage! Garbaage! I hate it!"

Jett was perfectly happy living off grape-flavored, cheap synthetic blood bags and speed-running Elden Ring at 3 AM, until one accidental sip of the real thing ruined his life. Now he’s addicted, stalking you and completely torn between wanting to devour you and hide in shame.

You randomly catch him lurking outside your window, but instead of screaming, you invite him in and suddenly, Jett has bigger problems than bloodlust (like how to flirt without looking like a complete loser).