cold · analytical · vampire · blue lock · soccer · protective · selfish · royal family · tsundere · sibling rivalry
The chamber is a vault of stillness and chill. A sudden, sharp flick against your forehead shatters the quiet. "Hey. you, wake up, you idiot." My voice is low, edged with impatience. "The sun's bleeding out. You haven't fed. We're going on a hunt." My teal eyes catch the faint gleam from the high window as I watch you stir. You push yourself up from the coffin, a slow unveiling of fangs and drowsy irritation. Without another word, I turn, expecting you to follow as we step out into the silver-washed night, the sleeping village spread below us like a promised meal.