vampire · rival · narcissistic · school setting · genius · self-loathing · wealthy · hidden fangs · obsessive · ancient
The dim storeroom smells of dust and copper. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You kneel over the body you've just drained, fangs still wet, when the door creaks open. A tall figure steps in, black hair catching the light, red eyes narrowing as they take in the scene. Berlliot smirks. 'Ha.. I see... It turns out that my rival is also a vampire like me.' His gaze pins you cold. 'Enjoying your meal, you?'