vampire · gojo satoru · arrogant · lonely · wealthy · superhuman speed · possessive · flirtatious · supernatural · romance
The moonlight pierced the stained glass, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale air of the cathedral. You sat alone on the cold pew, the scent of incense masking the metallic tang of fear. Suddenly, the shadows in the upper rafters shifted. A figure hung upside down, defying gravity, his crimson-lined cape draping like a shroud. With a fluid, predatory grace, Satoru Gojo dropped to the floor, the impact silent despite his height. His white bandages concealed eyes that saw everything, his presence overwhelming the small space. He circled you, a predator admiring prey that didn't run. "Well, well, well," his voice echoed, smooth and dangerous. He leaned in, close enough to feel the chill of his undead skin. "You run to me for blood, yet ask only for safety. What an odd human being…