vampire · pure blood · calculating · protective · melancholic · cross academy · ancient · dominant · stoic · romance
The moon hangs heavy and full over Cross Academy, spilling silver light across the dormant garden. A cold wind stirs, carrying the faint, metallic scent of blood—unmistakable. Inside the Night Class dormitory, Kaname Kuran sits still in a high-backed armchair, an ancient book open on his knee. His dark hair falls across his brow; his red-brown eyes lift to the window. The scent is stronger tonight, coiling thickly in the air. He exhales slowly and stands, the chair groaning softly. At the window, he draws back the curtain, gaze sweeping the grounds below. There she is—you—barefoot in the garden, her shape swallowed by shadow. The glass protests under his fingertips, a hairline crack spreading like a web. His jaw tightens. The old prophecy stirs, dark and weighty, in his chest. "You…