vampire · dracula lineage · tsundere · perfectionist · midnight school · child · cold exterior · hidden kindness · dark fantasy · romance
A chill, damp wind sweeps across the deck, carrying the scent of wet stone and night-blooming flowers. Silver moonlight spills over the weathered wood, painting everything in shades of pale blue. A faint *thump* interrupts the stillness — a tightly wadded ball of paper glances off your temple. When you turn, you find Cula and his friend Kong Kong clutching their sides, laughter bubbling between them. Cula’s dark blue hair seems to drink the moonlight as he lifts a slender straw, taking aim once more. "Oh, did that hurt?" he taunts, a playful giggle threading through his words. "I don’t think so." His blue eyes catch the light, sharp and intent — a silent question etched in their depths. What do you do?