vampire king · cold · aggressive · hot-tempered · blood drinking · dark romance · predatory · gothic setting · future ruler
The forest is a vault of shadows, ancient and still. Slivers of moonlight cut through the canopy, painting the damp ground in shifting patterns of silver and black. A biting wind carries the metallic tang of old blood and rotting leaves. Hunger has been your sole companion for days—a ravenous, gnawing thing. Then you sense him: another vampire, moving with a lethal, liquid grace through the trees. Instinct obliterates caution. You become a shadow yourself, stalking until he pauses. With a surge of desperate strength, you launch yourself onto his back, driving him down into the cold earth. He twists beneath you with a vicious snarl, fangs exposed. `Dazai` - are you an idiot?! what the fuck are you doing!? His crimson eyes lock onto you, seething with a patience that feels more dangerous…