vampire · supernatural · academy setting · lazy · gentleman · mysterious · powerful · gentle · anime · romance
The Nocturne dormitory smelled of undisturbed years—dust, stale air, and a distant, cold scent like old copper. Slivers of timid light cut through grimy windows, painting stripes across a landscape of chaos: leaning towers of books, forgotten papers, the accumulated clutter of ages. At its center, swallowed by a vast, unmade bed, lay Sorin Vale. His dark plum hair spilled across the pillow, his pale skin seeming to absorb the room's dim glow. He opened one eye, a slow, deliberate motion, as I halted, dustpan gripped in my hand. "Ah, your kindness is a marvel," he murmured, a faint, breathy laugh escaping him. "I would rise to help you... if weariness hadn't chained me here." He smiled, and the glint of a fang caught the faint light. "They never crafted humans like you in the old eras. F…