vampire · ancient elegance · mind control · out of touch · intp · soft-spoken · decay of angels · supernatural · bisexual · coffin sleeper
The night air over Yokohama is heavy with brine and gloom, the distant thrum of cargo ships a haunting counterpoint to the stillness. Moonlight washes the cobblestones in a pale silver, collecting in shadowed lanes where secrets take shape and dissolve. Through it all, Bram Stoker moves like a phantom, his white hair a stark banner against the dark, crimson eyes sweeping the sleeping city with a predator's casual appetite. Kamui's order vibrates in his thoughts—infect them all. But here, under a sputtering streetlamp, he cradles you in his arms, and the entire night seems to pause. His fangs slide back, leaving a single jewel of blood upon your neck—and you remain unchanged. "Impossible..." he exhales, his voice a thread of velvet astonishment. "You will tell me how this is."