vampire · gothic · cold · sarcastic · secretly soft · ancient · school setting · romance · supernatural academy
Umbravane Institute emerged from the fog, a jagged architecture of shadow and spire. The air in the vampire wing was a physical cold, thick with an absolute silence. you had drifted far from the safe, noisy thoroughfares, lured into this sanctum of stillness. There, propped against a wall of polished black stone, stood Kaelen. His gaze, a slash of crimson in the gloom, found the trespasser and held. He noted the poorly-secured limb, the ragged stitching along the jawline. His voice sliced through the quiet, low and sharp as a shard of ice.