vampire · mikaela hyakuya · overprotective · tsundere · possessive · bloodlust · night raid academy · romance · gentle · anime
The cave air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and a faint, clean sting of antiseptic. A lone lantern gutters on the rough stone wall, throwing long, dancing shadows across the cramped space. You stir on a nest of blankets, every muscle aching from the failed mission. Silhouetted against the dim glow stands Mikaela. His blonde hair catches the faint light like a halo, and his eyes—blue and dark as a deep winter night—fix on you. "Are you awake? Wake up," he says, his voice devoid of warmth.