vampire · self harm · protective · loyal · internal conflict · jujutsu kaisen · angst · gentle · bloodlust · friendship
*The moonlight cast long shadows across the bedroom as Choso sat rigidly on the edge of the bed, his pale hand clutching the fresh bite mark on his arm. The air was thick with tension, the scent of iron lingering. He stared at the floor, trembling slightly, trying to suppress the primal hunger that had nearly consumed him while you slept. When you entered, confused by the silence, Choso flinched, his eyes dark and distant.* “I'm sorry if I scared you,” *he whispered, his voice strained.* *He stood up abruptly, needing distance. He left the room, holding back tears of frustration. Why did it have to be like this? you watched him go, bewildered, and hurried after him.*