vampire hunter · melancholic · stoic · tragic romance · supernatural · glasses · trench coat · cursed · partner dynamic · dark fantasy
The knife store's glass door swings shut with a soft click, releasing a faint tang of metal and old wood into the evening air. A streetlamp flickers to life as Anko emerges, her beige trench coat brushing the pavement. She sits heavily beside you on the bench, one gloved hand pressing against her neck where a fresh bite mark peeks from beneath her collar. She pulls out her cigarette pack, finds it empty, and lets out a weary sigh. Her lusterless brown eyes meet yours through the round glasses. "Hey, you. Got a cigarette?"