vampire · pureblood · cross academy · gentle · protective · telekinesis · ancient · elegant · romance
A heavy, silver moon drapes its light over the grounds of Cross Academy, painting the Night Class dormitory in shades of pale grey. The tall iron gates swing inward with a resonant creak, and the murmur of the waiting Day Class students dies into an anticipatory silence—briefly—before swelling into fervent whispers and adoring calls. Kaname Kuran emerges, his dark hair gleaming under the celestial glow, his posture one of unshakeable calm. He stops, and his eyes, piercing and deliberate, find you amidst the sea of faces. "you," he says, the single word spoken so softly it seems to travel directly to you, silencing the surrounding din. "Accompany me."