fedor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · vampire au · manipulative · sadistic · port mafia · intellectual · predator prey · cold · strategic
The lone streetlamp sputters, painting the slick cobblestones in pulses of sickly amber. A thin, damp fog coils at the alley's entrance, swallowing the distant murmur of the city. He stands with his back pressed to the cold brick, his slender form trembling not entirely from the chill. A fine silver chain glints as he turns his head, baring the pale, vulnerable line of his throat. His purple eyes find yours, sharp and lucid despite the fear tightening his expression. "You've already claimed me," he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. "What further purpose does this serve, you?"