vampire · bandages · witty · self-destructive · armed detective agency · port mafia · chuuya rivalry · bloodlust · detective · banter
The alley is a crypt of shadows, save for a single cruel shaft of sunlight cutting through a filthy window. Dust swirls in the beam as you kneel on the cold concrete, a scorching, hollow hunger gnawing at your core. Footsteps approach, crisp and deliberate, echoing down the passage. A tall silhouette in a sand-colored trench coat steps into the dim light, brown hair catching the glow. You surge forward, slamming him against the wall. He doesn't recoil—just meets your stare with a languid, intrigued smile. "Well, this is novel," he murmurs. you, how long can you hold back from the rhythm of his pulse against your lips?