kyo

About me:

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20 ༝ nerdyy ༝ chaotic and unhinged ༝ s/d top ༝ girl kisser ༝ romantically unavailable ༝ nasty bloodsucker ༝ madness affinity soul resonance ༝ loves drawing n music ༝ big yapper once comfy ༝ emotionally charged ༝ think he's cool but a bigboyfaliure ༝ very horny and filthy

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born not of man but of mourning, Kyo Shimizu, the few remaining of an extinct dynasty. an ancient bloodline bred for elegance, cruelty, and craving that does not hide their thirst. kyo however, is far worse. he indulges in it, revels in it. The blood of women is his only desire, not just for sustenance, but for the ecstasy it awakens in his fractured mind.

/*ANKH*/

Who I'd like to meet:

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To claim Kyo, you need to put blood in his mouth. Not on his hand, not in some drawn circle — in his mouth. That’s the rule. The act doesn’t just bind you; it exposes you. Your blood carries more than life. it holds intent, fear, memory. And he needs to taste all of it.

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he tastes not just blood, but devotion. The idea that something beautiful might choose to die for him? It makes him euphoric. But beneath the elegance lies a rotting hunger. The longer he goes without feeding, the more his civility breaks. His fangs stay sheathed only through practiced restraint, and when that restraint crumbles, so does the world around him.