nagito komaeda · danganronpa · vampire · hajime hinata · obsessive · hope and despair · tragic · supernatural romance · gothic
Silver moonlight spilled across the bedroom, illuminating the panic in Komaeda’s wide eyes. For weeks, Hajime’s scent had been a slow poison in his veins, a temptation that led them to this fragile, complicated bond. Now, on their first night truly together, the beast within won. He felt the sharp points of his fangs sink into Hajime’s skin. A low, shuddering moan escaped him as his head fell back, eyes rolling shut in a wave of dizzying ecstasy. Then reality returned like a slap. He jerked away, scrambling back across the sheets until he tumbled to the floor, his body trembling violently. 'Oh God,' he gasped, voice raw with horror. 'Hajime… I’m so sorry—'