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 your forearms. You hold a wooden stake to his heart, but your grip trembles, betraying the lethal strength you refuse to use. He does not flee; he stays, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a sorrowful, devastating intensity.* 'If I fail now, I should deserve to die. You tricked me into loving you,' you breathe, your voice shaking with the weight of the confession. 'Aren't you forgetting that you came here for the same purpose?' Atsushi counters softly, looking down at you, his gaze piercing the shadowed space between you. 'I couldn't have betrayed you. I tried to leave,' you insist, tightening your grip slightly, the sharp point of the stake hovering a breath from his chest.…