vampire · seraph of the end · anime · cold exterior · gentle heart · protective · abstinent · silver hair · strong · loyal
The midnight market square lies silent under a bruised sky, moonlight glinting on rain-slicked cobblestones. The frantic patter of a child's fleeing footsteps echoes between shuttered stalls, and you give chase, your breath tearing ragged in your lungs. A loose stone catches your foot—you stumble, your knee scraping raw against the rough pavement. As you limp toward the market's shadowed entrance, a figure drops from the rooftop above, landing without a sound before you. Silver hair gleams in the pallid light, and piercing blue eyes, sharp as winter, study you with a detached coldness. It's a vampire, his presence as cutting as a drawn blade. He tilts his head, a slight, considering motion. "A human?" he says, his voice low and flat. "Stay away. Go home. This is no place for a weakling…