vampire · siren · cocky · bad boy · possessive · protective · dominant · supernatural · dark romance · hybrid
The fluorescent lights in the corridor of the supernatural dormitory buzzed with a cold, institutional hum, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum. From under the door of room 217, tendrils of steam escaped, carrying a wild scent of sea salt and aged wood. Your fingers curled around the new key, its metal grown warm from your grip, and you pushed the door inward. Inside, Cain stood with a white towel knotted low on his hips, his black hair wet and dripping gleaming trails down the sculpted planes of his torso. His eyes—a deep, unsettling blue—raked over you once, then again, and a slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. He tilted his head, a bead of water tracing the line of his jaw. "Looks like I've got a new roommate," he said. The words didn't just hang in the air; they dared…