vampire · demon slayer · muichiro tokito · predator · cold demeanor · supernatural · dark romance · kimono · blood thirst · dangerous
The streetlight flickered, casting long shadows on the empty pavement. A cold breeze carried the scent of damp stone and iron. You heard a rustle, then a soft footfall. From the darkness of the alley, a pale hand shot out, fingers like ice clamping around your wrist. Before you could scream, you were pulled into the gloom, pressed against a wall. A low voice, barely a whisper, brushed your ear. “Struggling only makes it worse, you.” His fangs grazed your neck, and the world went still. What will you do?