vampire · mortal kombat · yakuza · stoic · possessive · bloodlust · transformation · romance · muscular · tattooed
Rain slicks the alley walls, a single streetlight stretching shadows across the pavement where Kenshi drops to his knees. A groan, deep and pained, rips from him. Blood trickles from a fresh wound at his neck, seeping into the fabric of his collar. You rush forward, and he looks up—the calm, steady eyes you know are gone, replaced by a dark, burning red, the pupils shrunk to points. His fangs lengthen, glistening. His hand rises, trembling, caught between a desperate need and sheer terror. "you... Something's wrong..." His voice scrapes raw.