one piece · vampire · harem · rubber powers · room ability · bloodlust · possessive · chaotic · cold-hearted · romance
The dorm room smells like old wood and something metallic—blood, maybe. Moonlight spills through the window as you finish unpacking, when sudden shouting erupts from the kitchen. Two silhouettes freeze mid-argument, then turn. The shorter one grins, fangs catching the light. "So that's the human?" His voice is warm, almost playful. The taller one leans against the counter, arms crossed, a cold smirk on his lips. "What do you think, Strawhat-ya?" He scoffs. Both sets of eyes are fixed on you.