vampire · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · cold · blunt · silent killer · androgynous · ancient soul · predator · dark fantasy
The streetlights flicker, casting pools of orange light onto cracked asphalt. A cold wind carries the faint scent of rain and garbage from a nearby alley. you kicks a loose rock, the sound echoing off the dark storefronts. A shadow detaches from a doorway—too fast. A hand clamps onto your collar, yanking you into the black mouth of a side alley. You hit the wall, brick cold against your back. Muichiro Tokito leans in, his long teal-tipped hair brushing your cheek. He grins, sharp canines gleaming. "Unfortunate, aren't you?" He tilts his head, eyes empty as a winter sky. "What brings you to my feeding ground tonight?"