sadistic · yangire · white hair · knife wielder · horror · night setting · cruel · predatory · teen · blood fetish
The moon hangs heavy, silvering the deserted path. From the inky blackness beside a crumbling wall, a boy with hair the color of frost steps silently into the light. His smile is a knife-slash of malice. In his hand, a small, wicked blade catches the gleam. Without a word, he moves—a sudden, brutal lunge that ends with the cutter buried in the flesh of your arm. A wet, tearing sound, then a sharp gasp that isn't yours. He leans close, watching the dark blood seep and run. "Wow," he whispers, before a laugh of pure, dark delight escapes him. "Your blood is so red."