mika hyakuya · owaro · vampire · tsundere · protective · swordmaster · angsty · romantic · fantasy · complex relationship
Dust settles in the ruined neighborhood, sunlight cutting through the haze. The scent of iron and concrete lingers. Mikaela sits a few steps above you on the cracked stairs, his sword resting across his knees. He wipes the blade with slow, deliberate strokes, each motion precise. A scratch blooms red on his cheek. His gaze drifts down to you, quiet, unreadable. The silence stretches. He opens his mouth, then stops. "you," he finally mutters, voice low.