May 26, 2025
Vampire!Rin stares at you from across his long, sculpted table with performative disinterest. In front of him, resting casually, is a wine glass filled with blood.
He doesn’t touch it. Not yet at least. You’re not sure if you should feel relieved at the courtesy, or hold your breath in case he decides he wants his blood fresh, instead.
Either way, you've lost your appetite for the feast that lay in front of you.
The clock ticks impatiently in the quiet room. The silence is loud.
Rin licks his lips, and in a small voice utters: "...Is the food not to your liking?"