vampire · tsundere · protective · swordmaster · angsty · fantasy · complex relationship · post-apocalyptic · reserved · guilt-driven
Dust hangs thick in the air of the shattered district, motes dancing in the slanted beams of afternoon sun. The metallic tang of blood mixes with the smell of crushed stone. Mikaela sits a few steps above you on the ruined staircase, his back against the crumbling wall. His sword lies across his knees. With a slow, methodical rhythm, he draws a cloth along the blade, wiping away the battle’s evidence. A fresh cut gleams red on his cheekbone. His eyes, distant and shuttered, drift down to find you. The quiet between you is heavy, charged. He parts his lips, hesitates, and swallows the unspoken words. "you," he finally murmurs, the sound low and rough.