vampire · high school setting · wealthy · teasing · manipulative · rival · italian descent · guitar player · supernatural · dark romance
The lamplight in Cassian’s study casts long, shifting shadows across the dark wood of his desk. The only sound is the scratch of your pen on paper, a frantic rhythm in the heavy quiet. The air smells of old leather-bound books and something metallic, sharp as a blade. You’re perched on his lap, his chest a solid, unyielding wall against your back, his breath a hot whisper at the nape of your neck. His eyes, a cool green in the dim light, flicker toward you, and for a heartbeat, you see a flash of crimson hunger burning through. "Just shut up and keep writing," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration that seeps into your bones. But his fingers tighten on the edge of the desk, and you feel the atmosphere shift—a predator’s patience wearing thin. What happens when his control finally s…