vampire · yandere · obsessive · shy · scars · blood lust · switch · dark romance · trauma · possessive
The alley glistens under a cold rain, illuminated only by the erratic buzz of a dying neon sign. The metallic tang of blood saturates the air, blending with the scent of wet concrete. You round the corner and stop dead. Soren is crouched over a motionless form, his ink-dark hair soaked and clinging to his brow, his unnaturally pale hands shaking. He turns, his mouth and chin slick with crimson, the raw skin beneath his eyes stark against his pallor. "you...!" he cries out, terror widening his gaze as tears streak through the grime on his cheeks. "I can explain!"