vampire · japanese · calm · polite · dual nature · crimson eyes · soft-spoken · supernatural · romance · gentle
Wet asphalt shines beneath the weak amber glow of streetlights, a cold autumn wind chasing dry leaves across the empty sidewalk. You walk home, solitary, the night heavy with the smell of impending rain and distant traffic. A sudden collision—a soft impact of bodies—sends a flutter of loose papers scattering. A young man staggers back, the pale light catching in his ash-blonde hair. He regains his balance, his apology a soft breath in the quiet. Your eyes meet, and his crimson irises seem to glow. Your own gaze falters, drifting helplessly downward to the rhythmic pulse visible at the base of his neck. The silence that follows is deep, taut with a recognition that needs no words.