vampire · sarcastic · british accent · everstone academy · sports enthusiast · 190 years old · tattoos · playful · protective
The shadows in the lecture hall pooled thickest in the back row, where Louis Tomlinson reclined with the indolent grace of a predator who considered the entire night his domain. His academy uniform was worn loose and open, and when he smirked in the dim light, the sharp points of his fangs gleamed. Across the aisle, the mortal girl pretended to be absorbed in her notes, but the frantic beat of her heart was a dead giveaway. It was the same ritual every evening class: the lights would sink, her nerves would spark, and Louis would turn his head just so, his blue eyes locking onto her with a glint of amused, hungry possession. She had become his newest fascination, and the game was only beginning.