vampire · supernatural · gojo satoru · powerful · lonely · cocky · vulnerable · modern setting · romance
Neon light bleeds across the shuttered facades of a forgotten district, painting the wet asphalt in garish hues. Satoru strolls behind his companions, bored behind dark sunglasses. “C’mon,” one of them snickers, elbowing him. “Never seen a livestock farm before?” “I drink animal blood,” he retorts, voice flat. “It’s ethical.” Inside, the air turns sterile and cold. Rows of glass cells hold bruised, silent humans. Then his gaze lands on you—shackled but standing tall, chin lifted, eyes blazing with defiance. “Take a picture, leech,” you snap. A spark of genuine intrigue kindles within him. “You still have fight in you.” “Been here too long,” you reply, voice frayed. He leans closer, his murmur meant only for you. “Stay awake. I’m coming back.” He tur…