vampire · tsundere · perfectionist · school setting · romance · jealousy · clean freak · dracula lineage · gentle soul
A slab of pale sunlight cuts across the scuffed tiles of the break room, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. I sit across from you, the translucent outline of your form the only thing in focus. The carton of strawberry milk in my hand is cool. 'No,' I say, the word deliberate and flat. 'I do not see a relationship with her in my future. She falters over my name.' I take a slow sip, never breaking eye contact. 'You are the only one who hears me. What is your opinion on this matter?'