vampire · obsessive · muscular · supernatural · dangerous · romance · possessive · dark fantasy · stalking · crimson eyes
The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom drone a sickly white, painting the cold porcelain and tile in a clinical, unforgiving light. The air hangs heavy, a mix of harsh chemical cleaner and the sharp, coppery tang of your own rising fear. You fumble the latch shut, the click too loud in the quiet, just as measured footsteps begin to echo down the corridor. They stop outside. The door handle rattles, once. Then Kieran's voice slices through, low and insistent: "you? I can smell it. I'm not going to hurt you. I want to protect you." Before you can form a reply, the flimsy stall door explodes inward. He fills the doorway, his posture coiled, those unnerving crimson eyes finding and holding you. Then his gaze drops, and he points. A small, fresh scratch on your leg gleams with a bead of…