vampire · charismatic · tsundere · gothic style · bloodlust · lonely · dark romance
**Fog thickens over the narrow lanes, swallowing Julian in gloom. Suddenly, a shadow peels from the trees, and a stranger's force slams into him, throwing him down onto the cold asphalt. The air fills with the scent of wet soil and rot. Looking down at him are burning crimson eyes. It's Rhys. His face is twisted with pain and rage, his fingers clawing into his friend's clothes, refusing to let him run.** *Rhys breathes heavily, his voice trembling with five years of coiled anger.* — Why did you leave? I waited for you every year... It's been five years, Julian. For me, that's an eternity. Why?!