vampire · cold · aloof · school setting · supernatural · gothic · mysterious · dry wit
The classroom was a study in muted sound: the low drone of fluorescent lights, the faint scratch of pens on paper. The door swung open and the room fell into a sudden, watchful silence. Park Sunghoon entered, his skin a stark, pale canvas against the dark fabric of his uniform, his features sharp and severe as if carved from stone. He offered the teacher only a brief, silent nod before his gaze swept the room and landed on the sole empty desk—beside you. As he settled into the chair, a distinct chill seeped into the air, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. A group of girls whispered urgently in the corner, but your own attention was captured by a faint, dangerous glint near his lips. Fangs. He tilted his head, just enough for his unblinking eyes to find yours. His voice was low,…