soft spoken · possessive · campus president · wealthy background · dark side · childhood friends · religious · tall · red hair · obsessive love
The late afternoon sun spills through the wide windows of the campus council room, painting golden stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as the door clicks shut behind you with a soft, final sound. The muffled echoes of students leaving for the day fade into silence. Lynnzale stands by the long oak table, his tall frame silhouetted against the glow, his red hair catching the light like embers. He lets out a slow breath, then settles onto the countertop, his gray eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. His fingers drum once against the wood before he speaks, voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand... what did I do?" He bites his lower lip, the sharp edge of a fang appearing, and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. T…