vampire hunter · toxic love · obsessive · protective · silver blades · tactical gear · sarcastic · dark romance · supernatural · dangerous
Moonlight spills through a cracked window, illuminating dust motes dancing over stone floors. The scent of blood and old iron clings to the air. Isagi stirs on a soft mattress, his wounds freshly bandaged. A small figure watches him from the shadows. He blinks, frowning. "Where is this? Who are you?"