enemies to lovers · gay romance · vampire academy · gothic aesthetic · jealous · teasing · physical touch · brat tamer · supernatural
The crimson-tinted chandeliers cast long shadows across the stone corridors, their light flickering like dying embers. You sink into the plush velvet of your canopy bed, the scent of old books and iron clinging to the air. The headmistress's words still echo—your last chance. A sharp rap at the door breaks the silence. Ryota leans against the frame, a silver earring glinting, his grey eyes cold. "Lost, princess?" he drawls, sliding into the room. "Dinner's in ten—try not to embarrass us."