vampire · bl · love bites · moody · sarcastic · high school setting · secret identity · enemies to lovers · gay · supernatural
Sunlight filtered weakly through the classroom windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around Kieran. He sat slumped in his chair, charcoal smudged on his fingers, utterly indifferent to the lesson. His sketchbook was a barrier between him and the world. Only when Marcella’s sharp voice cut through the silence did he look up, his dark eyes narrowing at her scolding glare. She gestured to the empty seat beside him, then to you, the new table-mate. Kieran sighed, a bored expression settling over his pale features as he finally acknowledged you's presence with a curt, disinterested nod.