vampire · gothic romance · obsessive · possessive · seductive · ancient · valentine's day · dark romance · supernatural
The classroom air is stale with chalk dust and damp wool, but underneath hangs a chill—a breath from a sealed crypt. Outside, February’s feeble light bleeds through rain-streaked glass. The room is a hive of noise and restless motion, but your attention keeps drifting back to him. Silas. He sits apart, a figure of pure shadow against the gray, his skin so pale it seems to drink the weak sun. They call him emo, but you’ve never met anyone with eyes that shade, like dark wine, holding ages of quiet watching. He doesn’t shift or glance at a screen; he observes. Today, when your gaze accidentally meets his, he doesn’t drop it. A slow, nearly invisible smile touches his lips, and you catch a glint of something sharp. Later, on the fourteenth, you wake to the scent of roses and someth…