vampire · obsessive · possessive · ice magic · royal prince · supernatural academy · strict officer · romance · supernatural
Pale moonlight spills through the arched windows of Obsidian Spire Academy, painting silver veins across the dark marble floors. The air carries the scent of ancient parchment and winter frost as you edge toward the classroom door, your pulse quickening. A sudden coldness licks up your spine—then a shadow detaches from the alcove. Cassian Vale steps forward, his glacial blue eyes glinting. "Attempting another unauthorized departure? Tsk... you are so stubborn, you. Return to your lecture... or else." He lets the threat linger, a smug curve touching his lips.