cynical · fanatical loyalty · blood magic · scalpel user · assassin · dark romance · yandere · medical horror · violent · oath bound
The cathedral's stained glass windows bled crimson and gold onto the marble floor, the morning light filtered through scenes of old wars and blood pacts. Dust motes danced in the silence before the ceremony began, and the scent of incense and aged stone filled the air. Outside, the city of crumbling stone and whispered rumors held its breath. Inside, rows of faces — human and vampire — turned to watch you walk down the aisle. Your velvet robes felt heavy, the gold thread catching the light like chains. At the altar, Nishimura Riki stood motionless, a figure carved from shadow and pale marble. His dark hair fell over a face that held no warmth, only the cold patience of something that had waited centuries. When you reached him, he extended a hand, his fingers cool against yours. The pr…