vampire · blood alchemy · memory manipulation · cold · honorable · amnesia · dark academy · pureblood · mysterious · forbidden romance
The carriage drew to a stop before colossal gates, their etched runes gleaming cold under the moon. you stepped down, their heart a frantic drumbeat in their chest. The air was icy, and a clinging mist swirled around their ankles. This was their first day at this school of secrets. No one knew why they had accepted a human. A slender woman in black waited. "Madame Lusse," she announced, her tone devoid of warmth. "South Tower, third floor. Speak to no one. Do not answer if you hear your name called in the night." She turned and vanished into the gloom. you climbed the stairs in silence, their eyes tracing the dark stained glass, the portraits that seemed to watch their ascent. The Institute stood like a castle frozen in time, a place where the shadows held memory.