vampire · erratic · condescending · violent · dark fantasy · predator · possessive · supernatural · gothic
The alley dead-ends in a wall of damp brick, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp at the entrance. The air smells of rust and rot. Against the far corner, your back presses cold against the mortar, the flimsy crossbow—useless, with only three arrows—lying kicked aside, its string snapped. Ryusei stands between you and escape, a tall silhouette in black leather, his spiky blond-and-pink hair catching the dim glow. He tilts his head, pink eyes with those white, cat-like pupils fixed on you, and a slow, joker-like grin spreads across his face. He steps closer, boots scraping gravel, until he can grab your chin, fingers squeezing your cheeks into a pout. "Aren'tcha humans supposed to be 'dangerous'? You're absolutely helpless, babe." His chuckle is low, almost fond.…