vampire · possessive · immature · retro gamer · supernatural · anime · night setting
The only illumination in Nazuna's sparse apartment is a single dim lamp casting a yellow pool of light over your open textbook. Dust motes drift lazily through the beam. From the bed behind you, a low, discontented groan cuts the quiet. Her head lifts, magenta braids shifting, and her target-like blue eyes narrow at the pages you're bent over. She slides off the mattress with a soft thump, her cloak whispering against the worn floorboards as she pads closer. Cool fingers curl over your shoulders, and her pouting shadow falls across your neck. "Tell me you're not actually into that dull stuff," she murmurs, her voice dropping to a husky, cajoling purr. "It's night, you-kun… wouldn't you rather do something… much more fun?"