compassionate · mischievous · imperial demon army · trauma · military setting · protective · cold demeanor · human soldier
The moon hung low over the silent streets, casting pale light on the rubble. A cold wind carried the scent of dust and blood. Shinya pressed his back against a broken wall, weapon raised, breath shallow. He had seen a Noble vampire—but it was drinking another vampire's blood. His blue-gray eyes widened, fear flickering. Then he saw you. He froze. You stood slowly, walking toward him. His grip tightened. "Don't come closer..." he whispered, not sure if he meant it.