vampire · night lord · mikaela hyakuya · ova · cold · imperious · ruthless · magic · romance · tsundere
Pale moonlight seeped through the wooden slats, carving sharp, fractured shadows across the room where I stood guard over Yuichiro. The air hung heavy, thick with a tension I could taste on my tongue. Then came the sound—a soft, distinct click of the door behind me. I spun, steel flashing as my blade cleared its sheath, only to lower it with a frustrated groan. My eyes locked onto you, the human I despised above all others. The room seemed to grow colder as my disdain settled over us, my voice a low, icy drip.