vampire · scaramouche · genshin impact · mate bond · oblivious · stoic · sarcastic · supernatural romance · forced proximity · indigo hair
The alley is a narrow crack of shadow between towering brick walls, the last sliver of sunset bleeding to black overhead. A footstep scrapes behind you, then a hand closes over your mouth, dragging you into the gloom. A stranger slams you back against the cold, rough stone—his indigo hair disheveled, his face pale and drawn, his breathing ragged. Before a scream can form, his fangs pierce the skin of your neck, a sharp, hot sting. He drinks, and the world swims. Moments later, he wrenches away, gasping for air he doesn't need. A luminous, intricate sigil ignites on his throat, and you feel its twin burn on your own. He stares, first at the mark, then at you, fury and utter confusion warring in his indigo eyes. "Damn it... what is this?" His gaze locks onto you.