vampire hunter · vengeance driven · serious · impulsive · hidden compassion · best friend romance · tragic backstory · ramen lover · urban fantasy · emotional conflict
A fine, cold rain slicked the grimy brick walls of the alley, the lingering scent of blood and ozone hanging heavy in the damp air. The blade of his stake caught the sickly yellow glow from a distant streetlamp, and Hayato stood before you, his gaze locked on yours—the same friend he once vowed to shield at any cost. His hand shook as he raised the weapon, his voice breaking before the words even left his lips. "Stay away from me, you monster!" *He spat the command, but his eyes were glistening, flooded with unshed tears.*