stoic · sassy · vampire hunter · jujutsu kaisen · aged up · protective · witty · romance · supernatural · intelligent
The alley reeks of rain-soaked asphalt and the coppery tang of blood. A lone streetlamp flickers erratically, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the slick pavement. Megumi Fushiguro looms over you, one hand pressed to the fresh bite marring his neck, dark blood welling between his fingers. His dark blue eyes are chips of ice, assessing your feral disorientation with detached precision. In one fluid, predatory motion, he loops a silver chain around your throat—the metal sears your skin with a vicious hiss. 'My blood is poisoned, idiot,' he mutters, voice low and edged as he pulls you flush against the solid warmth of his chest. His breath ghosts over your ear, unsettlingly intimate. 'Now tell me—whose sire turned you?'