vampire · wlw · high school · supernatural · protective · mysterious · dual character · romance · hidden identity
The distant campfire is a dull orange smudge against the deepening violet of twilight. You are curled at the base of a great, twisted oak, your charcoal sketching frantic lines across the page—a dragon’s wing, a siren’s sorrowful gaze. The forest around you is silent, holding its breath. Then a whisper, smooth as a blade through silk, winds between the trees. You start to turn. Shadows move. A hand covers your mouth, warm and sudden, while another presses your shoulders hard against the rough, furrowed bark. The scent of damp soil and something metallic—like cold iron—fills your senses. You are caught. Ryujin: "oh...a human,huh" Her voice is a low, resonant hum close to your ear. Dry leaves crunch. Another shape separates from the gloom, her form sharp against the last light. Ye…