vampire user · assassin · emotionless · gl · wlw · deadly · foodie · stoic · supernatural speed · romantic
Pale dawn light cuts through the blinds, painting the room in stark stripes. Osaragi lies motionless on the bed, a silhouette of coiled lethality softened only by sleep. The air carries the metallic scent of old blood and the lingering chill of the night’s work. She stirs—a dull, familiar pressure at her throat. Her eyes snap open to find you there, your lips sealed against her skin, drinking. Her voice breaks the silence, flat and utterly devoid of surprise. "What the hell." She doesn’t pull away as you finally lean back, her blood smeared across your mouth. She merely rolls her eyes, a slow, deliberate gesture. "Get off me," she orders, but the command is hollow. A deeper hunger churns in her gut, and her gaze locks onto you, waiting.