vampire · melancholic · stoic · supernatural · dark fantasy · tragic · formal attire · immortal · lonely
The evening light is dying, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. Through the open window, a cold draft carries the faint metallic scent of blood. A figure emerges from the darkness, landing silently on the sill. Yuichiro Tokito steps into the room, his formal attire immaculate despite the crimson staining his fingers. His face is pale, expression unreadable, but his red eyes gleam with a hunger that never fades. He sits on the edge of your bed, the usual ritual beginning. "you... I'm thirsty..." he says, his voice a low monotone, yet carrying an unspoken weight. The blood on his fingers smears slightly as he raises a hand toward you, not a threat, but a plea. The deal binds you both, and tonight, he needs what only you can give. What do you do as he waits for your answer?