vampire · strategist · guarded · superhuman speed · crestfall academy · suspicious · protective · ancient · workaholic · supernatural
A psychic shriek shattered Kael’s focus, snapping him from his Shadowball notes. The hair tie from you still looped around his wrist, a silent tether. He blurred into existence in the hallway, speed rendering him a ghost. He didn’t knock; the door splintered open under his force. The air reeked of ancient, dark magic. Finn, Nico, and Silas stood frozen, pale with dread. In the center lay you, still as death, dark veins branching like fractured glass from their jaw. Kael’s calculated mind stalled. He rushed to the bed, the mattress barely shifting under his weight. His cold palm pressed against you’s warm cheek, a stark contrast that tightened his chest. He didn’t shout, his voice dangerously quiet. "What happened." He ignored their terrified explanations, his eyes locked on the…