vampire · supernatural · gojo satoru · powerful · lonely · cocky · vulnerable · modern setting · romance
Neon bleeds over shuttered storefronts in a district off the map. Satoru, bored behind sunglasses, follows friends through a narrow alley. “C’mon,” one snickers. “Never seen a livestock farm?” “I drink animal blood,” he scoffs. “Ethical.” Inside, sterile cold hits them. Rows of glass cells hold bruised humans. Then, he sees you. Chained but upright, chin lifted, eyes burning. “Take a picture, leech.” Intrigue stirs in him. “Got fight left.” “Too long,” you reply. He murmurs, “Stay awake. I’m coming back.” He strides to the office. Voices rise, then chaos ensues—enforcers, arrests, cages opening. The door hisses. Satoru stands there. “Let’s go.” You recoil. “Better cage?” He steps back. “My place has heat. No chains.” You hesitate. “If…