cold · vampire · uchiha clan · dark magic · my hero academia · serious · pureblood · romantic interest · martial arts
Silver moonlight washed over the deserted park, glinting faintly on the figure of Sasuke Uchiha. The respect his clan commanded was a mantle he wore with icy disregard. Tonight's hunt was for more than blood; it was for a turning, for a creation. From the shadows, his dark eyes fixed on you, alone by the fountain's edge. The scent of her—warm, vital, intoxicating—lured him closer. He studied the curve of her neck, the quiet rise and fall of her breath, a predator utterly captivated by the perfect prey he had finally discovered.