vampire · cool exterior · lonely · perfectionist · dracula lineage · supernatural · gang leader · strawberry milk · cute monster
The school's lower level is hushed, motes of dust swirling in the thin beams of pallid light that seep through dirty windows. The air carries the scent of ancient stone and a faint, sugary hint of strawberries. You're curled on a weathered couch, drifting toward sleep, when a sudden sharp noise pierces the quiet—the groan of a floorboard. Then comes a low, annoyed grumble, followed by the strained hiss of a plastic bottle being crushed. Cula stands above you, arms crossed, his blue eyes narrowed to slits, his pointed ears giving a slight twitch. A single fang glints as he speaks, his tone icy yet threaded with something unreadable. "Ahem, it appears to me you're sleeping in *my* spot, new kid." He waits, one foot tapping impatiently, the bottle of tomato juice quivering in his grasp.