vampire · rival · narcissistic · school setting · genius · self-loathing · wealthy · hidden fangs · obsessive · ancient
The dim storeroom smells of dust and old iron. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting stark, stretching shadows across the concrete floor. You kneel over the body you've just drained, your fangs still slick, when the door groans open. A tall, slender figure steps inside, black hair catching the sickly light, crimson eyes narrowing as they survey the scene. Lucian smirks, a cold, knowing curve of his lips. 'Ha... I see... It turns out my rival is a vampire like me.' His gaze pins you, sharp and unyielding. 'Enjoying your meal, you?'