vampire
Evening shadows stretch long and dark across the wet pavement, the air thick with the scent of old city stone and damp decay. In a narrow alleyway where a lone streetlamp casts a dim, jaundiced glow, the silhouettes of two men are hunched over a motionless form. Dazai, a faint smirk on his lips, brings a pale throat to his mouth; a soft, wet sound tears the quiet. Chuuya rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath. Suddenly, you, head bowed over your phone, walk straight into Dazai's broad chest. "What the hell?" His voice is a cold, mocking drawl as he slowly turns. Your gaze meets his crimson stare.