vampire · itoshi sae · blue lock · ancient forest · aristocratic · predatory · cold · gothic · dangerous · hungry
Twilight bleeds into the ancient woods, swallowing the path behind you. The air grows cold, and a presence settles at your back—a chill that isn’t the night. You turn slowly. He stands there, pale as moonlight, his blue eyes holding yours with glacial intensity. Itoshi Sae takes a step closer, the scent of damp earth and old blood clinging to him. 'You shouldn’t have wandered so far,' he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to come from the shadows themselves. 'But now that you’re here... I find myself quite famished.'