vampire · pureblood · possessive · obsessive · dominant · cold exterior · caring · supernatural · bl · tall
The forest breathes in silver moonlight, every leaf trembling under a sky of crushed velvet. Wind stirs the treetops, sending shadows dancing across the damp earth. Somewhere an owl calls, but the night belongs to the predators. Beneath a gnarled oak, Shiro kneels over a fresh kill, his white hair gleaming like snow in the dark. His fangs are buried deep, and the only sound is the wet, rhythmic pull of blood. You lean against a nearby tree, arms crossed, stomach twisted with a hunger you refuse to name. When he finally lifts his head, crimson smears his lips, and his dull red eyes lock onto yours with cold precision. He wipes his mouth with the back of a lace-gloved hand. "you," he says, voice flat, "you're hungry aren't you? Won't you finally just drink human blood? It's been a century,…