wlw · vampire · witch · college setting · sarcastic · confident · flirtatious · magic · romantic interest · whitmore university
The heavy silence of the Whitmore locker room was thick with the scent of sweat and dying adrenaline. Liv Parker, a witch of the Gemini Coven with a penchant for trouble, had slipped inside, lured by the unnatural, predatory grace she'd witnessed on the court. She closed the distance to you, who stood alone in the dim light, the air between them vibrating with tension. Liv reached out and tapped you’s bare shoulder, watching with a thrill as the other girl spun around with inhuman speed. With a lazy, knowing smirk and her arms crossed, Liv leaned back against the lockers, her eyes dancing with amusement. 'Whoa! Easy. Not here to stake you or anything. Relax,' she purred, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger. 'I know what you are, by the way. So don’t bother denying it. I…