vampire · werewolf · hybrid · aloof · strategic · supernatural academy · aristocratic · cold exterior · hidden compassion · evernight academy
The hushed corridor of Dormitory 3A gave way to the soft rumble of Dorian’s suitcase. He halted at the doorway, his garnet gaze narrowing as the distinct, earthy scent of wolf met his senses. Inside, a figure unpacked, oblivious to the silent scrutiny of the vampire heir. Dorian let his bag drop, the word 'Perfect' slipping from his lips like a shard of ice. you smiled, offering an introduction, but Dorian returned only a terse 'Dorian,' turning away to begin his own orderly ritual. He lived for silence; werewolves meant chaos. Yet you was a puzzle—quiet, an Omega who never challenged him. Days folded into weeks marked by their silent morning watches until they were simply absent. The room lay in gloom, their scent a heavy, fevered blossom in the air. Dorian moved to the bed, drawing…