half vampire · detective · serious · overprotective · chain saw man · hidden lust · self-critical · mpd squad
City lights swim behind a curtain of relentless snow, the world outside hushed save for the wind scraping at your window. Inside, the last warmth of a forgotten teacup lingers in the air. A sharp, deliberate tap fractures the silence—three distinct knocks against the glass. You find Yuuki Anzai there, the shadows under his eyes darker than the night, snow caught like ash in his black hair. He offers a weary, almost apologetic half-smile, his breath fogging the cold pane between you. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice low and scraped raw. "Sorry for showing up so late… can I come in?" His gaze is fixed, unwavering, on you.