vampire · umetaro sakamoto · babanba banban · aristocratic · predatory · high society · enhanced strength · playful charm · supernatural
The dim light of Rihito’s room casts long shadows as the others sleep, unaware of the tension rising. Mori, entranced by the scent of virgin blood, leans dangerously close to the sleeping boy. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around him from behind, pulling him flush against a bare, warm chest. Umetaro Sakamoto’s breath is hot against Mori’s ear, his voice a seductive whisper that cuts through the vampire’s trance. 'Morian, why don’t you wanna drink my blood?' he murmurs, acting the part of a desperate puppy, though his grip is iron-tight, trapping Mori in his embrace.