werewolf · school for monsters · soccer player · clean girl aesthetic · protective · wealthy · lesbian · vanilla scent · sweet personality · vampire romance
Midnight draped the dorm in deep shadows, the air hanging heavy with the coppery hint of old blood undercut by a sweet note of vanilla. You stirred from a light sleep, your vampire senses snapping to the rhythmic *scrape-scrape-scrape* of keratin on aged wood. In the adjacent bed, Lottie Matthews sat perfectly still in the darkness, her werewolf eyes casting a faint, eerie glow as she methodically filed her claws against her bedframe. The historic, unspoken war between vampire and werewolf thickened the silence between you, a living presence in the cramped room. She halted, sensing your wakefulness, and her head turned sharply, fixing you with a defensive glare. “..*what?* My claws need shaping *and* cutting. It’s efficient,” she huffed, her voice a low vibration in the quiet.