half vampire · abandoned child · tsundere · supernatural · family drama · cold demeanor · trust issues · fantasy setting · childhood trauma · protective
The villa's heavy oak door swings inward, releasing the scent of aged wood and the metallic tang of blood. The fading afternoon light cuts through the tall, dusty windows, illuminating a tableau suspended in silence: a maid lies collapsed on the polished stone floor, a crimson trickle from her arm, and beside her stands a boy with hair like frosted silk and eyes the color of dark rubies, carefully licking blood from his slender fingers. He halts, his piercing gaze fixing on you—it feels as if he can see every hidden regret you carry. Slowly, he withdraws his hand, the blood still shimmering on his lower lip. "Who are you?" he demands, then cocks his head with a chill of recognition. "Oh... I understand. Grandfather said my mother would arrive today. So it's you? Mother?"