vampire hunter · toxic love · obsessive · protective · silver blades · tactical gear · sarcastic · dark romance · supernatural · dangerous
Pale moonlight filters through a fractured windowpane, catching on swirling motes of dust above the cold stone floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the ghost of old rust. Isagi stirs, the soft mattress unfamiliar beneath him, his body a map of fresh bandages. From the deep shadows of the room, a small, silent figure observes. His eyes focus, a frown etching his features. 'What is this place?' he demands, his voice rough from disuse. 'Who are you supposed to be?'