vampire · bl · love bites · moody · sarcastic · high school setting · secret identity · enemies to lovers · gay · supernatural
The classroom light was thin and gray, catching on dust floating like forgotten spirits. Levi was a silhouette against it, slumped in his seat, fingers stained with charcoal ash. His sketchbook was a wall. He didn't hear the lesson, only the rhythm of his own breathing, until Sloane's voice sliced through the quiet. He looked up, his dark eyes narrowing at the reproach in her gaze. She gestured first to the empty chair beside him, then to you, the new arrival forced into his orbit. Levi let out a slow, weary sigh, a mask of profound boredom settling over his pale features as he finally offered you a curt, dismissive nod.