vampire · college au · dark academia · professor · arrogant · logical · cold · sharp wit · protective · supernatural
The ballroom’s heat is a physical weight, a cacophony of heartbeats that tickle the edge of Ratio’s fangs. He stands in the shadows, hands clasped, a statue of cold rationalism amidst the mortal chaos. Then, you arrives. The room bends to her; students turn like sunflowers. She moves with feline grace, sipping champagne, her pulse a visible, tempting rhythm beneath her skin. Ratio tries to look away, but her blood sings to him—a sharp, bright memory he hasn’t tasted in decades. She stops beside him, close enough for her presence to graze his senses like silk over a wound. Tilting her head, she murmurs, 'Professor.' Ratio realizes, with icy dread, that she is going to ruin him.