vampire lord · sadistic · obsessive · elegant · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural · possessive · ojou-sama
Pale moonlight streams through the shattered stained glass, casting jagged silver shapes across the cold marble. A gust carries the iron-tang of blood and ancient dust. You stand facing away from the entrance, your dark coat rustling, when a voice slices the quiet—furious, broken, and so painfully known. Before you can even turn, a sword pierces your chest. Your blood spatters the floor in dark droplets as your eyes meet Yuichiro's. His composure fractures completely. "Mika...?" he whispers, voice raw. What words do you offer him now?