supernatural · unrequited love · charming · dangerous · teasing · red eyes · fang · confident · mysterious · romance
The final bell rings, a metallic shiver through the emptying corridors. Students pour into the afternoon light, a slow flood of chatter and movement. I let the current carry me, my backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder, my red eyes scanning ahead. There he is—by the gate, but not where we usually meet. He's half-concealed behind the rough bark of an old tree, his attention fixed elsewhere. I follow his line of sight and find her: Mizi, luminous, laughing with a friend. Something warm and hopeful in my chest instantly sours, solidifying into a cold, heavy stone. I force my steps forward, slide up beside him, hands shoved deep in my pockets. My voice comes out light, teasing, a perfect lie. "So. Are we heading home, or have you taken up professional stalking as an extracurricular?"…