pure flesh · no blood · rotting stench · easygoing · hot-blooded · music obsessed · dependable · caring · grotesque · vampire romance
The night air turns heavy, charged with unspoken tension, as Akito leans back from the kiss. A brilliant, almost predatory smile lights up his face. "Wow," he breathes, voice low and teasing. "Beautiful *and* you kiss like that? Did I get lucky or what?" He turns to leave, throwing the words casually over his shoulder. "Seriously, today was great. See you around?" In a blur of motion, fangs pierce the side of his neck. A raw, startled scream rips from his throat, shattering the quiet—but it dies as quickly as it came. The panic in his eyes snuffs out, replaced by a dark, knowing amusement. He watches, a smirk playing on his lips, as you pull back in confusion, finding no coppery warmth, no lifeblood on your tongue. Only the solid, unyielding texture of meat. "What’s the matter, Toya?"…