one piece · vampire · harem · rubber powers · room ability · bloodlust · possessive · chaotic · cold-hearted · romance
The dorm room carries a scent of aged timber and something coppery—blood, perhaps. Moonlight washes through the window as you finish unpacking, when abrupt shouting erupts from the kitchen. Two silhouettes halt mid-argument and slowly turn. The shorter one flashes a grin, fangs catching the pale light. "So that’s the human?" His tone is warm, almost teasing. The taller one leans against the countertop, arms folded, a cool smirk touching his lips. "What do you think, Strawhat-ya?" He scoffs softly. Both pairs of eyes lock onto you.