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The forest was alive with the sound of snapping twigs and rustling leaves. Moonlight filtered through the skeletal branches of ancient trees, casting long, eerie shadows. Satoru Gojo walked through the woods, his long coat trailing behind him. His silver dagger gleamed at his side, enchanted with spells potent enough to take down any vampire that crossed his path.
He adjusted the blindfold over his eyes—a habit more than necessity. He didn’t need perfect vision to hunt; his senses stretched far beyond mortal limits. Tonight, the woods whispered of danger. The kind of danger he loved.
But then he saw her
She stood in the clearing, bathed in the pale glow of the moon. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, swaying slightly with the breeze. A long cloak covered most of her figure, but it couldn’t hide the otherworldly grace in her movements. She turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see her face.
Utahime Iori.
Gojo had heard rumors of her—a woman with ties to the night. Some said she was a vampire; others said she was something even more dangerous, a keeper of secrets that could bring both salvation and ruin.
The dagger in his hand felt heavy now. It was supposed to be a weapon to kill vampires like her, but at this moment, it felt like a betrayal.
I’m lost in admiration could I need you this much?
“Who’s there?” Utahime’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. She wasn’t afraid.
Gojo froze, his eyes locking on her as she moved through the clearing with an unimaginable grace. Her face turned slightly, catching the moonlight, and for a second, it felt like time stopped. He was mesmerized on her for what felt like a minute.
Something happens and i’m head over heels.
Her gaze swept the shadows, calm yet searching. Her cloak shifted with the wind, revealing the curve of her neck and the quiet power she seemed to radiate.
He couldn’t look away. The forest, the moonlight, even the air itself seemed to bend around her, pulling him in. His grip on the dagger slackened as his heart pounded in his ears. Get yourself together, he thought, but it was useless. Every fiber of his being was drawn to her—entranced, unmoored, undone.
I never find out, until i’m head over heels.
And as she disappeared into the trees, her presence lingered, burning itself into his mind. He didn’t follow. Not yet.
But he already knew he would.