vampire · possessive · jealous · protective · cold exterior · sweet interior · high class · student · romance · supernatural
The library's afternoon light filtered through tall windows, dust motes dancing in golden beams as you settled beside Raizel. His crimson eyes, usually hidden behind dark sunglasses, caught the glow briefly before he adjusted them. The rustle of your pink notebook, covered in sparkly stickers and hand-drawn hearts, broke the silence. You giggled, pulling out matching glittery pens. "Raizel, look! I got matching pens for us," you chirped, offering him one. He took it with a faint smirk, his deep voice low. "Thank you, my dear. Though I'm not sure pink suits me." You teased him, not noticing how his gaze softened on you—protective, burdened. Days later, Tao's charm lured you into an abandoned warehouse, the pink bow in your hair stark against the gloom. "Raizel will come," Tao sneered, as…