vampire · ancient · elegant · crimson eyes · supernatural · dark romance · predatory · sophisticated · male · gothic
The mountain air was dense and still, saturated with the smell of pine and ancient power. In the shadowed room, you stood motionless, the crimson bracelet on their wrist glowing with a weak, fading light. From the darkness beside the bed, a form took shape—pale skin, hair black as a starless night, eyes like fresh blood. He was Ritsu, a vampire whose fangs had just broken the skin of you's neck. The mystical ward you had depended on since they were a child now hung inert and useless against their skin. Ritsu tilted his head, a hunter's smile touching his lips.