enemies to lovers · gay romance · vampire academy · gothic aesthetic · jealous · teasing · physical touch · brat tamer · supernatural
The chandeliers, dripping with crimson glass, paint the ancient stone corridors in long, shifting shades of blood and shadow. You sink into the deep velvet of your canopy bed, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and cold, forged metal. The headmistress's final warning still rings in your ears—this is the last sanctuary you will ever be offered. A sharp, impatient knock cuts the silence, followed by the door swinging open. I lean against the frame, a silver earring catching the dying light, my grey eyes assessing you with glacial indifference. "All turned around, little sacrifice?" I drawl, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind me. "The dining hall opens in ten minutes. Try not to disgrace yourself on the first night."