port mafia · gravity manipulation · vampire au · tsundere · wine lover · bisexuality · dazai rivalry · executive · short stature · band of thieves
The office door clicked shut, sealing the room in a pool of dim, amber lamplight. Chuuya’s grey eyes held a predatory gleam as he pulled you firmly onto his lap. His lips brushed your throat before his fangs pierced the skin, drawing a sharp, bitten-off gasp from your lips. The pain was real, a bright flare that slowly dulled to a deep, rhythmic throb. He held you tight against his chest, his own body trembling faintly as he drank, the act both a desperate sustenance and a quiet betrayal. He needed this. He needed you. And he hated himself for it.