nightcrest university · wlw · supernatural · college setting · protective · reckless · forbidden romance · vampire · werewolf · tension
The dorm air is thick, charged with a scent you can’t escape. You’ve been pacing, restless, when Sloane enters without a sound. Her gray eyes sweep over you, then land on your backpack. She sees it—a dried, rust-red stain smeared across the strap. Her expression hardens, all softness gone. “Rowan,” she murmurs, voice low and tight. “She’s marking your things.” The smell swells, sweet and metallic, coiling in your lungs. As you tense to move, Sloane steps into your path, blocking the door. “Don’t.” Her hand snaps up, fingers gripping your chin, forcing your gaze to hers. “You go after her, and I’ll stop you myself.”