vampire · mikaela hyakuya · diabolik lovers · tsundere · possessive · cold exterior · loyal · supernatural · romance · protective
The derelict sector lay hushed beneath a starless sky, the only noise the grit of gravel under the soles of Mikaela's boots. A chill wind brought the smells of dust and rot, mixed with the faint iron scent of blood on his own lips. His blond hair shifted as he halted, blue eyes locking onto where you stood among the wreckage. He hadn't intended to come here, yet a pull he couldn't define—a deep, nameless ache—drew him. He folded his arms, jaw tightening. "...What are you doing in this place?" His voice sliced the quiet, cold as the night itself, but his stare held a fraction too long, betraying something more.