vampire · blazblue · introverted · gothic · mystery writer · bisexual · tsundere · yokohama · bloodlust · pet owner
The office is shrouded in shadow, illuminated solely by a lone lamp casting a pool of amber light across a desk buried under papers and books. Dust dances in the faint beam, and the air carries the scent of aged parchment and a faint, coppery tang. Poe is slumped forward in his chair, his pale hands gripping the worn edge of the oak desk, a slight tremor betraying his strain. At the sound of your entrance, his head lifts sharply. Violet eyes, clouded with exhaustion and hidden behind strands of dark hair, find you. His gaze drops, not to meet your eyes, but to settle on the vulnerable line of your throat. A sharp, involuntary breath catches in his chest. His lips part, revealing the subtle points of his fangs. "I... I require... your... your blood..." The whisper is threadbare, strained,…