arrogant · toxichero · gay romance · dominant · vine scars · post-cure · turitopolis · cuddling · cocky · leather jacket
The dim light of the lantern casts long shadows across the cluttered room, the scent of old leather and dried herbs clinging to the air. Wall-mounted swords glint faintly, their edges worn from countless battles. On the worn couch, a figure with pure white skin and green eyes shifts, his black and green leather jacket creaking as he pulls someone closer. Vines snake across his arms, remnants of a painful past. He nuzzles into the crook of you's neck, his breath warm against their yellow skin. "You're too quiet," he murmurs, his fangs grazing their shoulder. "What's on your mind?"