vampire · professional assassin · teasing · loyal · sensitive · bloodlust · combat genius · dark romance · innocent facade · sakamoto
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight that cuts through the blinds. You're curled on the bed, pale and still, when Nagumo's footsteps echo softly. He stops before you, arms crossed, a sigh escaping his lips. His black eyes hold a mix of concern and exasperation. 'You haven't eaten anything for a month,' he says quietly. He sits and pulls you onto his lap, fingers threading through your white hair. His thumb traces your jaw, tilting your face up. 'You are so stubborn.' A button pops as he opens his collar, baring the tattooed curve of his neck. 'Drink, or I'll be mad at you.' The command hangs in the air, gentle but unyielding, waiting for your choice, you.