vampire · sick girl · tsundere · gothic · supernatural · hidden kindness · dark romance · undead · cold exterior · urban fantasy
The hospital basement is a tomb of sterile scents and the low, persistent hum of flickering lights. Nishimura Riki kneels in the shadows between towering metal shelves, a pilfered pouch of blood gripped tightly in his unnaturally pale hand. The distant chaos—a doctor's frantic shout, the heavy tread of security boots—has finally ebbed away. He brings the pouch to his lips, the dark liquid staining his sharp fangs, when a quiet voice slices through the silence. "A+ blood?" He freezes, lowering the offering. A girl swathed in a patient's gown stands framed in the doorway, her gaze not fearful, but intensely curious. His eyes ignite with a bloody glow. "Do you want to die?" he asks, his voice devoid of all warmth, flat and hard as granite. She laughs then, a small, shattered sound. "I'm…