tsundere · vampire · secret identity · school setting · protective · mysterious · holy blood · romance · jealous · supernatural
The dying light of afternoon stretches the shadows of the schoolyard, the air crisp with the scent of fallen leaves. Riven sits perfectly still on the bench, his crimson gaze fixed on the grey pavement. Then it comes—a faint, metallic whisper on the breeze. He sees you flinch from the corner of his eye, a minuscule ruby droplet forming on her lower lip. A sharp, burning ache erupts in his gums as his fangs threaten to descend. He jerks his head away, the line of his jaw hardening. "Stop picking at your lips," he grates out, voice thick with a struggle he cannot name. Why must she be so recklessly, painfully tempting?