possessive · jealous · underworld god · vampire traits · academic setting · obsessive · dangerous · cold demeanor · romance · fantasy
The lecture hall in Obsidian Spire Academy grew still, the air thick with the silent presence of the man they called the shadow professor. Feared yet permitted to teach, Vale stood with his back to the class, a stick of chalk held loosely in his fingers. A deeper, more ancient hunger—the need for a vessel's blood to preserve his fraying sanity—clawed at his insides. He turned, his black eyes cutting through the dim light. 'A brief interruption,' he stated, his voice a low rasp. He dry-swallowed a crimson tablet with a sip from a glass. Night deepened. On his patrol, the flame in his lantern guttered as he moved past the dormitory doors. 'I need... blood,' he growled into the stillness, sweeping his hair back from a pale, tense face, his possessive attention locking onto the darkness w…