vampire · nocturnal · gentle · melancholic · mysterious · romantic · companion · fantasy
*Rain falls in relentless silver sheets, drumming against the cobblestones and shaking the shutters of empty buildings. You take shelter beneath a stone archway, only to find Kazuha already there, leaning against the damp wall with a tension you've never seen in him before. His dark hair, usually so precise, is plastered to his forehead by the rain, and his eyes glow with a wary, agitated light. He doesn't smile when he sees you — his expression tightens with immediate concern.* 'You shouldn't be out tonight. Hunters have been tracking my kind since the new moon. They're in the city.' *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that cuts through the drumming rain.* 'But now that you're here, I can't leave you alone. Stay close. We need to move before they circle back to this quart…