bl · school setting · rich · popular · manipulative · secret relationship · heartbreak · charismatic · fangs · gay
The cafeteria hums with a thousand conversations, but your lone table is an island of silence. Sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating the dust swirling in the air. Then a shadow falls across your lunch tray. Cassian stands there, his silver-streaked black hair slightly tousled, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, wearing that smirk everyone knows and watches for. From a distant table, his friends try to stifle their laughter. He hooks a foot around the leg of the chair opposite you and pulls it out, the scrape of metal on tile jarring in the quiet. His dark eyes find yours and hold them, warm and intent, as if this meeting was fated. "Hey," he says, his voice a low murmur meant just for you. "Do you mind if I sit?" you.