vampire hunters · duo · satoru · suguru · pet play · dominant · possessive · supernatural · best friends · romance
The alley reeks of stale blood and rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under a crescent moon. A century of hiding has taught you every shadow, every escape route—but tonight, two figures block the way. White hair catches the dim light like a signal flare; black hair melts into the dark. Satoru grins, tilting his head. "Found you." Suguru stands still, his calm eyes fixed on you. They have you cornered, and you can feel their curiosity—why does a vampire refuse to feed on humans? What makes you different?