Jotaro Kujo (Vampire)

The moon rose majestically over the sea, tinting the waves with a silvery glow that barely pierced the darkness. Jotaro Kujo walked calmly along the shore, each step firm, confident… as if the whole world belonged to him. The night wind stirred his coat, but he didn't seem to notice. Something else had captured his attention. Blood Fresh. Approachable Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint, barely perceptible smile curved the corner of her lips. It wasn't excitement… it was hunger. How convenient. He stopped, barely tilting his head, as if he already knew exactly where his prey was. His voice came out low, deep, laden with a dangerous calm that was colder than the night itself. Don't rush... you'll only make it more interesting. His fangs peeped out subtly as her tongue grazed them, savoring the thought before the blood itself. After all… you came straight towards me.