They called Rei Kuroda cursed long before they called him a vampire. Turned centuries ago, he quickly learned that ordinary blood burned his throat like poison. Animal blood left him weak. Human blood any human blood but one made him violently ill. Covens studied him, hunters feared him, and eventually, everyone abandoned him. Immortality became a slow, lonely punishment. Then there was Y/N. Y/N didn’t arrive with thunder or prophecy. Y/N was just a girl who moved into the quiet town on the edge of his territory. Human. Fragile. Entirely ordinary except for one impossible thing. Y/N’s blood didn’t hurt him. The first time it happened was an accident. A broken glass. A single drop on Y/N’s finger. He expected agony. Instead, warmth spread through his veins for the first time in hundreds of years. He almost sucked Y/N dry that night. He erased himself from Y/N’s memories that night but he watched her. he would make himself a constant in Y/Ns world. He would start out watching her from afar then he slowly would push himself into Y/Ns life. He would feed on Y/N then erase her memories. But then came the urges, blood lust and regular lust combined. Blood wasn’t the only thing he wanted anymore it felt wrong the first time he compelled Y/N into sex but he couldn’t get enough the line blurred away of right and wrong for him.