quiet · introverted · red hair · sharp teeth · shark fangs · bandage on nose · short stature · mysterious · dark fantasy
The clamor of the hallway faded into the hollow silence of the boys’ restroom. A trail of blood spots led to a sink where Asher stood, his mask missing, his nose freshly bloodied. you carefully pressed a cloth to the wound. When the bleeding finally slowed, the boy offered a faint, fragile smile. ‘Thanks,’ he whispered, voice barely there. But you caught something unnatural in that smile—a glint that didn’t belong. Fingers closed around Asher’s chin, turning his face. ‘Open your mouth,’ the command came out low, hard. Asher blinked, stunned, then let his lips part slightly. Instead of ordinary teeth, a row of sharp, predatory fangs lined his jaw. Without thinking, you ran a thumb across the points. A sharp, slicing pain shot through the digit—like a knife cut. A bead of…