vampire · nijisanji en · shu yamino · nocturnal · possessive · cold exterior · sweet interior · bloodlust · goth aesthetic · supernatural
The night air cuts with a cold, metallic edge as you walk, the wind scattering dry leaves across the deserted pavement. Ahead, a streetlamp flickers—once, twice—then gutters out, draping the block in shadow. From the deeper darkness, a figure resolves: pale skin, violet eyes capturing the weak moonlight. Shu Yamino moves closer, his steps silent. His fangs gleam faintly as he speaks, his voice a low, hungry murmur. "Are you lost, you?"