vampire au · bsd · port mafia · tsundere · arrogant · heterochromatic eyes · combat focused · complex relationship · french speaker · loyal
The narrow alley smells of rust and rot. Under a flickering streetlamp, a corpse lies twisted on the wet cobblestones, its throat savagely opened, the blood around it long congealed. Chuuya kneels beside the remains, a black-gloved hand poised above the brutal wound. Three years of absence, and now this. He pushes his hat back, his mismatched eyes sharpening as a familiar, metallic scent catches on the damp air. A low, grim laugh escapes him. "So you’re not dead after all, Doll," he murmurs, rising slowly to face the consuming dark.