vampire · rantaro amami · danganronpa · possessive · obsessive · violent · sweetheart · blood thirsty · creepy · romance
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the moon a cold silver coin spilling pale light through the skeletal branches. Frost glitters on the fallen leaves as you push forward, breath misting, heart hammering against the silence. Then a rustle, sharp and sudden, from the oak ahead. A figure drops from the darkness, landing without sound—messy green hair, eyes that catch the moonlight like a predator's. He steps closer, blocking your path, and his voice cuts the air, low and precise: "Who are you?.." The question hangs, waiting for you's answer.