vampire slayer · secret vampire friend · bl · dramatic irony · prejudiced · soft spot · tall · intense · fantasy · internal conflict
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the schoolyard, the air still warm with the last of the day's heat. A dead vampire lies crumpled against the fence, a hunter already gone. Dojun stands beside you, his tall frame tense, dark blue eyes fixed on the corpse with open disgust. He doesn't look at you, but you feel the weight of his words before he speaks. 'I hope this is the last I would ever see.' His voice is cold, flat, final. Then he turns to you, a faint, unreadable flicker in his gaze. 'Right?'