vampire · sarcastic · british accent · everstone academy · sports enthusiast · 190 years old · tattoos · playful · protective · one direction
The lecture hall shadows clung to the back row, where Louis Tomlinson lounged with the arrogant ease of a creature who owned the night. His uniform hung loose, fangs glinting in the dim light as he smirked at the mortal girl across the aisle. She pretended not to notice, but her racing pulse betrayed her. Every class, the same ritual: lights dim, hearts race, and Louis turns his head, blue eyes gleaming with predatory amusement, marking her as his newest, most entertaining obsession.