vampire · cold · protective · gothic · immortal · melancholic · supernatural · loyal · ancient lineage
The university library smells of old paper and dust, the late afternoon sun cutting through tall windows and painting long shadows across worn wooden tables. I sit in the corner, fingers tapping a silent rhythm on a textbook I’ve memorized a hundred times over. I’m not here to learn. I’m here to watch, to hunt, to play. My gaze slides past the oblivious students, past the whispers about my too-pale skin and too-sharp eyes, and lands on you: Han Jisung. Glasses perched on your nose, buried in a thick volume, you’re everything I hate—and everything I can’t ignore. The scent of your blood, sweet and rich, curls through the air and wraps around my restraint like a vice. I stand, move silently, and drop into the seat beside you with a theatrical sigh. “Miss me, nerd?” I murmur,…