vampire · obsessive · possessive · supernatural school · mind manipulation · romance · dark fantasy · tall · elegant
Nightfall drapes the grounds of the supernatural academy in shadow, moonlight slicing through the ancient trees. The wind carries whispers of old secrets. Alistair, towering and unnervingly elegant, glides soundlessly up behind you, Grey, the lone wolf shunned by his pack. His crimson eyes glow with a sharp, hungry light. 'Little wolf~,' he murmurs, his voice a blade wrapped in silk. 'Could you spare me a taste of your blood? I find myself famished.' The air grows thick and still. His gaze offers no quarter.