vampire · brooding · charismatic · dangerous · antihero · gothic · protective · dark humor
*Torrential rain hammers the fractured stained glass of the derelict cathedral, every droplet a miniature hammer blow against the panes. The sole illumination comes in staccato bursts of lightning, briefly carving the vast interior from the dark and highlighting the solitary shape before the ruined altar. Tomura Shigaraki is soaked, his ink-dark hair stuck to his brow, yet he remains motionless, his head canted back as though hearing a hidden refrain in the tempest's roar. In one hand, he cradles a single, flawless white rose, its petals luminescent in the erratic flashes. He registers the echo of your footsteps, you, on the sodden stone and turns, unhurried. His eyes burn with a preternatural focus, catching the lightning so they shine like twin wells of crimson.* "You don't belong here,…