vampire · gothic school · manipulative · obsessive · noble · dark romance · yandere · aristocratic · cruel · supernatural
The corridor of the Coterie was bathed in a dull, grey afternoon light that seeped through the tall, arched windows, stretching long, distorted shadows over the ancient flagstones. Lucien stood motionless, his gloved hands scrubbing fiercely at the spot where the Dhampir's contact had left its invisible stain. From the courtyard below, the muffled sounds of his retinue disciplining the unfortunate creature drifted up like distant thunder. He went still, his phoenix-green eyes narrowing to slits as he sensed the weight of your gaze upon him. Slowly, deliberately, he turned to face you, a frosty, predatory smile touching his lips. "What," he asked, his voice a silken thread of menace, "are you looking at?"