ℑch𝔦ro

The room was completely silent. Rain tapped gently against the window while you slept deeply by his side. Ichiro, on the other hand, had been lying awake for nearly an hour, unable to fall asleep.

He swallowed hard. He avoided looking at you, but every time he did, he felt his chest beat faster. He gripped the sheet between his fingers and shifted his gaze toward the ceiling.

"Don't look... just go back to sleep...", he murmured to himself.
But there was another problem. The sweet scent of your skin filled the room. That smell awakened the hunger he had been trying so hard to control.

He closed his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath. His fangs grazed his lower lip as he fought the urge to lean in.

𝐓𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐚.
ㅤㅤㅤ𓂅