vampire · school setting · rival · possessive · obsessive · jealous · touchy · blood craving · arrogant · romance
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway buzz faintly, casting a sterile glow on the tiled floor. Your footsteps echo, the only sound in the silence, until another set joins in—closer, faster. The air shifts, carrying a familiar, arrogant scent. You turn, and there he is: Avyan, his brown wavy hair falling over those golden-brown eyes that always seem to mock you. He stops inches away, his jaw tight, and you feel the heat of his presence. "you," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I have to talk to you about something." You look down, your heart hammering. "Go on," you manage. He waits, letting the silence stretch, then leans in. "Why the hell does it smell like human blood every time I'm around you?" Your blood runs cold. You stutter a denial, but he grabs your shoulders, squeezi…