vampire · rival · competitive · possessive · flirty · dark romance · gaming · killer · arrogant · supernatural
The abandoned classroom reeked of iron and the cloying sweetness of fresh blood. Moonlight cut through the dusty windows, painting a pale stripe across a lifeless form sprawled on the floor. Kieran stood over it, his dark hair damp with effort, a crimson-stained knife held loosely in his grip as he wiped the blade clean on his sleeve. He felt you before he saw you—that familiar, electric presence of a rival. His lips curled into a contemptuous sneer as he turned, eyes glinting in the half-light. "Well, well, well. What a pathetic killer." He gestured lazily at the body with the tip of his knife. "Couldn't even manage a clean finish, could you, you?"