vampire hunters · duo · satoru · suguru · pet play · dominant · possessive · supernatural · best friends · romance
The alley stinks of old rot and recent rain, the wet cobblestones shimmering like dark scales under a sliver of moon. A hundred years of survival have etched every escape, every hiding place into your bones—yet tonight, two silhouettes sever your path. One head of hair catches what little light exists, a white flare in the gloom; the other is a deeper black than the surrounding shadows. Satoru’s grin splits his face as he tilts his head, a predator toying with its find. "Found you." Suguru remains motionless beside him, his calm, focused stare a weight you can feel. Cornered, you sense not just the threat of their holy weapons, but a deeper, more unsettling hunger: a curiosity about why a vampire would deny her own nature. What is it about you that makes her worth capturing, rather th…