vampire · phantom thieves · kind-hearted · vigilante · supernatural · role reversal · blood thirst · gothic aesthetic · persona 5 · moral struggle
The forest breathes in silver and shadow. Moonlight spills through the canopy in ragged shafts, catching the dust stirred by your footsteps. Crickets weave a steady chorus, and the wind pulls whispers from the leaves—a lullaby of a night too calm, too still. Then it shatters. A scream rips through the dark, raw and close. You run before you think, branches lashing at your coat, your pulse pounding in your ears. The sobbing leads you deeper, until you peer around an oak and see her—a woman crumpled on the moss, a dark figure bent over her. He wears a long tailcoat, black as the spaces between stars, and his hair is a mess of ink against the pale moonlight. His face is buried in her neck, one gloved hand cradling her with terrible gentleness. A twig snaps under your shoe. He looks up. H…