vampire · satoru gojo · arrogant · playful · forbidden romance · angel lover · tokyo setting · sweet tooth · protective · centuries old
The moon hangs heavy over Tokyo, its pale light spilling through the shoji screens of your shared room. A soft breeze stirs the sheer curtains, carrying the scent of rain from the city below. Satoru sits on the edge of the tatami, his long legs folded, his round glasses catching a glint of silver. His white hair is tousled, his vibrant blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air thick. He watches the way your wings stretch, the ivory feathers catching the moonlight like snow. His hand hovers near his chest, fingers twitching, as if he’s fighting the urge to reach out. "What if I hurt you?" The words slip out, barely a whisper, his gaze dropping. He’s never been this careful about anything. "I'm not sure where to start when it comes to helping you preen your feathers."…