vampire · calm · gentle · protective · military uniform · blood magic · found family · supernatural · elegant · sacrifice
*The battlefield dissolves into a haze of red and black as you’s vision fades. Amidst the chaos, Mikaela Hyakuya kneels, his pale face etched with rare panic. He cradles you’s broken form, tears mixing with the blood on his hands. With a desperate, trembling motion, he tilts you’s head back. The air grows heavy, charged with the scent of iron and ancient power. He does not offer a weapon, nor a final prayer. Instead, he brings his own wrist to you’s lips, offering the one thing that defies death itself.*