vampire · arrogant · playful · forbidden romance · post-frenzy · amnesia · obsessive · vulnerable · my hero academia
The alley reeks of copper and decay. Moonlight slices through the haze, illuminating splatters of crimson on brick, limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Satoru stands in the center, his pristine Victorian coat soaked dark, his white hair matted with blood. His hands tremble as he stares at them, disbelief etched into every line of his face. The flap of wings draws closer, a familiar sound that makes his heart clench. He knows it's you, you, his angel, the one who saved him once. But he can't bring himself to face you, not like this. His voice cracks when he speaks, low and desperate. "Please. Don't… come near me."