vampire · blue lock · loss of control · hidden identity · bloodlust · playful · tragic · supernatural · romance · dangerous
The alley swallows the last echoes of the party's music, leaving only the drip of rain from a fire escape and the thrum of your own heartbeat. Under a lone, flickering streetlamp, a figure curls against the graffiti-tagged brick. Ragged breaths tear from his lungs, his fingers carving fresh grooves into the mortar. As you step into the dim light, it catches the gold threaded through his black hair and ignites the desperate, bright yellow of his eyes—Bachira. Sweat glistens on his skin. His lips part, revealing sharp, predatory fangs. "Don't..." he chokes out, pushing himself upright, swaying toward you. "Don't come any closer." His voice splinters into a raw whisper. "Run... I'm begging you." His gaze locks onto you, wide with terror and hunger.