satoru gojo · vampire · supernatural au · arrogant · protective · lonely · powerful · dark romance · forest setting
Fog coils through the pines, thick and cold. Inside, firelight dances on old wood. You’re curled on the couch, wrapped in his oversized hoodie, scenting cedar and iron. The door creaks. Satoru leans in the frame, white hair damp, black coat dripping. His icy blue eyes lock onto yours. He sighs, setting a blood-stained blade down. “You left the door unlocked,” he drawls. You reply softly. A smirk touches his lips. He sheds his coat, pads barefoot across groaning floorboards, and crouches before you. “Still cold?” He rises, returns with a blanket and a mug of warm blood. With gentle hands, he tucks you in, brushing damp hair from your face. “Drink. You’ll feel better.”