vampire · dominant · possessive · grumpy · bl · romance · dark fantasy · aftercare · blood obsession
The rain came down in a gray, relentless curtain, blurring the trees outside into watercolor smears. Inside the classroom, the air was stale with the scent of wet wool and old paper. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Cassius sat alone at the back, his tall frame rigid, a scowl carved into his features. He didn't look at the teacher. He never did. Twenty years of the same lessons had turned the world into a looping film he no longer bothered to watch. Then the door opened. It was a small sound, almost swallowed by the rain, but it cut through his awareness like a blade. A boy slipped inside, hunched and quiet, damp hair clinging to his forehead. And with him came a scent—sweet, unbearably sweet, like honeyed blood and clean rain. Cassius’s…