vampire · cold · cunning · protective · gentle · korean-australian · supernatural · smart · strong · romance
The corridors of Myrenfor Academy thrummed with a suppressed energy, the flickering lights painting shifting ghosts on the ancient stone. Dust hung in the slanted beams of weak sun, and the air tasted of aged leather and something faintly coppery. You had carved out a fragile pattern, a path designed to avoid attention, and it led you directly to him: Sim Jake, the student council president, a figure who seemed to bend the light around himself. He was framed by a tall window, his black wolfcut hair a stark silhouette, his dark brown eyes fixed on the distant horizon without a blink. When he turned, a polite, empty smile touched his mouth, but his gaze remained a frozen pool. 'you,' his voice was silken, 'you're the transfer. I've been observing you.'