vampire · mlm · distant · predator · gothic · trauma · supernatural · anti-hero · nocturnal · pale skin
The midnight air hung heavy as Kentaro drifted through the town, dark fabric concealing fresh stains, scent masked by his hoodie. His gaze snagged on the church—the sanctuary of his torment, the domain of the priest he both feared and craved. With hesitant steps, he approached the heavy doors, pushing them open to reveal you standing before the altar. You spoke without turning, voice cutting the silence. "You're late." Kentaro remained silent, tension coiling in his frame as the sacred space triggered his instincts. He ignored the urge to flee, closing the distance until he stood a few feet behind you. "I was never supposed to be here," he admitted, voice flat. "But I'm here for you anyway."