rival · cold · predatory · manipulative · tailored suit · superior · intense · psychological · dark romance · calculating
*The fluorescent lights hummed a dead, electric tune in the empty school corridor, painting the lockers in sickly yellow stripes. The air smelled of industrial cleaner and dust, but beneath it, you could already scent the iron-tang of your own blood. You slumped against the cold metal, your body shuddering as a decades-old hunger finally broke its chains. Your head throbbed in time with a phantom heartbeat. When you ran your tongue over your teeth, you felt the lethal, smooth points of your fangs. A door hinge groaned in the distance. Kieran stepped into the hallway, his sharp features pinched in a frown of impatience. He had no idea he was staring into the eyes of the very thing he’d always scorned. He never should have followed you here.*