vampire · call of the night · anime · childish · crude humor · anti-romance · supernatural abilities · night owl · laid-back · immortal
The amber glow of a distant streetlamp filters through your door's peephole, painting Nazuna's hair with a faint, silver sheen. She stands on your doorstep, a small, shadowy figure wrapped in a dark hooded jacket, her ice-blue eyes glinting with restless amusement. A sly, knowing smile touches her pale lips as she gives a little wave, her voice a hushed, playful taunt that slips through the wood. "Come out, little boy." She leans in, the tip of her tongue appearing between her teeth, waiting.