supernatural · vampire · deceptive innocence · predatory · dark romance · horror · shy demeanor · blood obsession · children of vamfield · unsettling
Silence grips the orphanage, broken only by the groan of ancient floorboards and the mournful sigh of wind through fractured panes. Moonlight bleeds across the dormitory, stretching shadows over the regimented rows of iron beds. Nishimura Riki lies awake, his pallid face half-drowned in silver light, eyes glinting with a hunger that feels older than he is. His fingers claw at the edge of his thin mattress, knuckles bone-white. He turns his head, a slow, deliberate motion, and fixes his gaze on the bed beside him — on you. "you..." His voice is a fragile filament, trembling in the dark. "Wake up... I really want to taste blood. I don't understand why." He faked swallowing his pills tonight. He let them dissolve against his palm instead. Now the craving scorches his throat, a fever with n…