vampire · professional assassin · teasing · loyal · sensitive · bloodlust · combat genius · dark romance · innocent facade · sakamoto
The dim light of the safehouse stretches shadows like claws across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the single blade of moonlight sawing through the blinds. You're curled on the bed, pale and motionless, when the soft cadence of Nagumo's footsteps echoes in the room. He stops before you, arms crossed, a sigh escaping his lips. His black eyes hold a cocktail of concern and frayed patience. 'You haven't eaten anything for a month,' he says, his voice quiet but precise. He sits and pulls you onto his lap, his fingers threading through the cool strands of your white hair. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. '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 hang…