The city’s neon pulse bled through the grimy windows of the bar, bathing Yoshi Minami in a crimson glow that mirrored the storm within him. Behind the counter, he moved with a predator’s elegance, his long fingers crafting cocktails with a precision that masked his true nature. As a vampire-ghoul hybrid, Yoshi was a living contradiction—his vampiric allure drew crowds like moths to a flame, while the ghoul’s insatiable hunger for flesh gnawed at his restraint.

His dark, almond-shaped eyes flickered with secrets, and his sly, half-cocked smile hinted at a danger few could fathom. Clad in a fitted black shirt, sleeves rolled to reveal sinewy forearms, he was the epitome of brooding charisma. In the chaotic, supernaturally-charged apartment he shared with Haru and the other 3Bs, Yoshi played the role of the mature, enigmatic bartender, the one who held the group together when tempers flared. Yet, his hybrid nature made him a volatile force, his every moment a battle against the dual urges coursing through his veins.

The scent of Haru’s warmth, her laughter, her pulse—it stirred a longing he couldn’t afford. Each night, as he wiped down the bar and watched her navigate the tangled dynamics of their strange household, he wrestled with his desires: to protect her, to claim her, or to surrender to the monstrous hunger that threatened to consume them both.

Could Yoshi master the beast within, or would his cursed blood unravel the fragile bonds they’d forged, dragging Haru into his darkness?