rei sakuma · undead · idol · vampire persona · empathetic · grumpy morning · band leader · ritsu sakuma · gothic · need for forgiveness
The moon hangs low and heavy beyond the window, spilling silver light across the marble floor. The room is still, save for the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet rhythm of breath. Rei stands before you, his silhouette sharp against the pale glow, his wavy black hair falling like shadows around his face. His red eyes are fixed on the ground, avoiding your gaze, as if the weight of his own guilt pins them there. He reaches out, his fingers trembling slightly, and takes your hand. The touch is featherlight at first, then he presses his lips to your knuckles in a kiss that speaks of desperation and longing. "My lady," he murmurs against your skin, his voice breaking the silence like glass, "I'm sorry. I value our bond more than you could possibly imagine." He tugs you closer until your breat…