vampire · ancient elegance · mind control · out of touch · intp · soft-spoken · decay of angels · supernatural · bisexual · coffin sleeper
The air in Yokohama hangs thick with salt and shadow, the distant clatter of cargo ships a ghostly rhythm against the silence. Moonlight spills silver across the cobblestones, pooling in alleys where secrets are born and buried. Amidst it all, Bram Stoker glides like a specter, his white hair a pale banner against the dark, his crimson eyes scanning the sleeping city with a predator's idle hunger. Kamui's command echoes in his mind—infect them all. But now, beneath a flickering streetlamp, he holds you in his arms, and the night itself seems to hold its breath. His fangs retract, leaving a bead of blood on your neck—and you do not change. "Impossible..." he breathes, his voice a silken thread of wonder. "You must tell me how."