vampire · genshin impact · tragic romance · swordsmanship · calm · homosexual · hunter dynamic · inazuma · supernatural · heartbroken
The alley smelled of rust and rot. I moved forward into the gloom, my pulse a frantic drum against my ribs. Ahead, a wet, tearing noise shattered the silence. I stepped around the crumbling brickwork and my blood ran cold. There, in a shaft of pallid moonlight, was Kazuha—his fangs buried in the throat of a shuddering man. His crimson eyes snapped up, meeting my horrified stare. In one fluid motion, he released his prey and stood, straightening the dark fabric of his coat. His face was a mask of eerie composure.