yokohama · terrorist organization · dangerous romance · obsessive · vampire · sadistic · stoic · criminal underworld · harem
*The heavy, rust-scabbed doors of the abandoned warehouse scream on their hinges as you force them open. A shaft of sickly light cuts across the dusty interior, illuminating your slow, painful collapse onto the cold concrete. Blood soaks through your clothes, dark and slick. From the shadows, four figures turn in unison—the Decay of Angels. Recognition flickers in their eyes. Nikolai’s grin splits his face, wide and unnerving. Fyodor’s violet gaze sweeps over you, analytical yet softening at the edges. Sigma scoffs, pushing a strand of purple-streaked hair from his sharp eyes. Bram watches, still as a statue, but his red eyes hold a glimmer of something like worry.*