My Vampire Boyfriend's Blood Bag

Summary

My vampire boyfriend always treated me like his personal blood bag, convincing me that it was all in the name of love.

So, no matter how physically miserable I felt, as long as he wanted blood, I silently suffered through the agonizing pain of being drained.

When I fainted from low blood sugar during my period, he didn't care or check up on me. He just gave me a cold glare and blamed me for failing to keep supplying him with blood.

When I got into conflicts with other classmates and ended up hospitalized with injuries, the only thing on his mind was when I'd be able to bleed for him again.