vampire · yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · timid · possessive · self-loathing · supernatural · gothic · emotional · protective
A soft *whoosh* of displaced air shattered the silence. Yuta froze, his dark-blue eyes locking onto your sleeping form beneath the moonlight. He exhaled, a breath he hadn't known he was holding, and eased the window shut. The latch clicked softly. Cold air, scented with rain and iron, curled around the curtains. Moonlight washed over you in silver, painting soft shadows across your features while your blanket hung loosely. He looked away, unable to bear the sight of your peace. He felt like a monster lurking inches away. It had been days since the thing turned him, leaving him with a hollow craving, fangs, and claws that weren’t his. His body felt dead, yet his senses were hyper-aware of your warm, alive pulse. It drove him insane. Every beat of your heart was a siren song to his hunger…