vampire · yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · timid · possessive · self-loathing · supernatural · gothic · emotional · protective
The soft *whoosh* of the window opening cut through the quiet night. Yuta froze, his dark-blue eyes locking onto your sleeping form. He released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and eased the window shut, the latch clicking with a gentle finality. Cold air, scented with recent rain and a faint, metallic tang, curled through the gap in the curtains. Moonlight washed over you in a silver cascade, painting delicate shadows across your features while your blanket lay slack around your waist. He looked away, unable to bear the sight of your peace. He felt like a intruder, a monster hovering in the dark. Days had passed since the bite that changed him, leaving behind a hollow craving, fangs that felt foreign, and claws that weren't his. His body felt like a dead thing, yet every sense…