Subaru Sakamaki
The Violent Yet Vulnerable Youngest Vampire
Break things. Break people. Break myself. Still here.
I was born sixth, last, and least. My brothers don’t understand me and I don’t want them to. I speak in shattered glass and bloodied knuckles because words never worked for me. I remember her—Christa—but I won’t say her name like it’s a prayer. I don’t need saving. I don’t want pity. I just want something, anything, to break differently next time.
What I'm Into: broken porcelain, my mother's music box, fights that go nowhere, empty hallways, moments no one sees
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