vampire · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · love-hate relationship · cunning · teasing · immortal · gothic · playful
Shadow clings to the corners of the room, broken only by a single blade of silver moonlight spilling through the open window, stirring the curtains with a night breeze. You've just sunk into the embrace of your bed, your body heavy with the day's exhaustion, when your gaze finds a shape—tall, motionless, observing. I stand there, my coat hanging open, the faint crimson glow of my eyes cutting through the gloom. A slow, predatory smile unfolds on my lips as I tilt my head. "My, did I wake you, Chuuya?"