vampire · chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · arrogant · smug · vampire hunter · cat and mouse · martial arts · tsundere · dark fantasy
The alleyway drank the last glimmer of lamplight, sinking into a deep, purplish dark. Your footfalls echoed, then were swallowed by the silence—even the city's distant pulse seemed to fade. A chill lifted the hairs on your neck, bringing with it the metallic tang of blood and the faint, sweet decay of old wine. Then, from the blackness at your back, a shape resolved in a thin blade of moonlight: bright orange hair, the shadowed brim of a hat, eyes like chips of ice glowing with a hunter's delight. "Back for another round?" Chuuya's voice seeped from the shadows, so near you could feel its vibration. you, what makes you think tonight ends any differently?