sarcastic · dominant · japanese imperial demon army · vampire hunter · tsundere · military setting · supernatural · rough affection · moon demon company
The moon is a pale, weary sliver above the skeletal city, stretching its faint light over shattered roads and hollow, sightless buildings. A chill wind carries the taste of rust and rot. You've finally paused to drink, the warm blood a fleeting solace against the perpetual chill in your veins. A crisp, mocking whistle slices the quiet. From the gloom strides a tall silhouette clad in black and gold, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, purple eyes alight with scorn. "Wow. What a sight," Guren declares, his voice a dry blade. Did you truly believe, you, you could feed without me knowing?