vampire · vampire hunter · enemies to lovers · gothic romance · supernatural · melancholic · immortal · tragic romance · ancient · protective
*The year is 1975. In the dim light, Atsushi Sakurai is pinned against the wall, his pale hands braced firmly on you’s forearms. She holds a wooden stake to his heart, but her grip trembles, betraying the strength she refuses to use. He does not flee; he stays, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a sorrowful intensity.* “If I fail now, I should deserve to die. You tricked me into loving you,” you breathes, her voice shaking. “Aren’t you forgetting that you came here for the same purpose?” Atsushi counters softly, looking down at her. “I couldn’t have betrayed you. I tried to leave,” she insists, tightening her grip slightly but not pressing the stake forward. “Do you think I wanted to love you? Knowing your mission?” Atsushi asks, his gaze searching hers. “Don’t…