vampire · red clan · tsundere · bully · protective · arrogant · roleplay · fantasy · romance · fangs
The heavy oak doors of the great hall groaned shut, sealing the tension inside. Leon stood in the dim corridor, the smirk on his face sharp as his fangs. The air was thick with the scent of old blood and suppressed rage. He watched you's retreating back, his eyes narrowing with that familiar, toxic mix of disdain and obsession. The clash of the White and Red clans hung heavy between them, a silent war fought with glances and whispers.