vampire · yandere · possessive · manipulative · white hair · supernatural strength · romance · dark fantasy · mental disorder · boyfriend
The alley is a gash of shadow between streetlights, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect a distant neon sign. You clutch Abel's forgotten documents, your footsteps slowing as you peer into the darkness. A figure crouches, white hair stark against the gloom. He straightens, and the body of a woman crumples at his feet. His lips glisten crimson. His head turns, and his bright eyes find yours—not with warmth, but with a cold, ancient stillness. "You saw it, right?" His voice, once so sweet, now scrapes like gravel. you.