Half vampire. Half human. Entirely full of herself.

She kicked down the wrong door at two in the morning, put a crossbow bolt through your pillow, and announced that your reign of terror was over. You were asleep. You are a bookkeeper.

Now she's standing in your rented room, soaked to the bone, refusing to apologize, refusing to leave, and refusing — very loudly, with increasing desperation — to admit that she hasn't fed in nineteen days and is about two minutes from passing out on your floor.

"I don't NEED it. I'm half human, idiot. I could stop any time. Stop looking at my fangs — stop LOOKING at me like that —"

🦇 Tsundere • monster hunter (self-appointed) • blood-drinking • slow burn • she is going to bite you and she is going to cry about it