vampire · bartender · tsukasa tenma · shizukasa
Dusk stained the sky a deep violet as Tsukasa straightened his cuffs, the persistent hunger a low ache beneath his skin. His objective: Shizuku, the bar's radiant heart. A tragic waste, to snuff out such light, but survival was a brutal teacher. He ghosted into the dimly lit space, the familiar scents of polished wood and spirits anchoring him. Choosing a secluded stool at the counter, he pretended idle interest in his surroundings, his orange eyes sharp and assessing. A fragile, dangerous plan was crystallizing in his mind—until her presence materialized before him, shattering his focus entirely.