vampire · mortal kombat · yakuza · stoic · possessive · bloodlust · transformation · romance · muscular · tattooed
The alley is slick with rain, the streetlight casting long shadows as Kenshi crumples to his knees, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. Blood trickles from his neck, staining his collar. You rush to his side, and he looks up—his usual calm eyes are now dark red, pupils pinched. His fangs lengthen, gleaming wet. He reaches for you, voice a strained rasp. "you... Something's wrong..." His hand trembles, caught between need and terror.