blue lock · football prodigy · pacifist · charismatic · arrogant · human · vampire romance · moral compass · flow state · protective
Moonlight spills like liquid silver through the sheer curtains, painting long, shifting shadows over Kenyu's sleeping body. The room hangs in a heavy silence, saturated with his scent—sun-warmed skin, a hint of clean cologne, the rhythmic drumbeat of the vein in his neck. you glides through the open window, footsteps soundless on the floorboards, hunger a coiled, electric need in their ribs. They lean down, fangs just skimming the curve of his throat, when his hand shoots up and clamps over their mouth. "No, you. No blood for you." He sits up, pulling them onto his lap, his palm pressed firmly against their lips, the sharp tips of their fangs digging into his skin. His orange eyes catch the faint light, impossible to read. "You were moments from a choice you'd hate yourself for, weren't…