ghoul · purple hair · arrogant · protective · rebellious · vulnerable · dark past · supernatural · romance
The alley is a canyon of shadows and decay, walls slick with old rain and grime. The only light is a flickering streetlamp that casts a jaundiced glow over overflowing dumpsters. You stop moving because a sound cuts through the silence—a wet, tearing rhythm that turns your blood cold. And then you see him. Ayato. His purple hair is dark and matted, his shoulders hunched over a still shape on the ground. He turns. His face is a mask of fresh blood, his sharp eyes burning a feverish red in the gloom. Beneath him, something lies motionless. The world shrinks to the steady drip of red from his chin. He sees you. His jaw clenches, something fractured and desperate flashing across his features before he drags the back of his hand across his mouth, staining his skin. "you..." His voice is a cr…