vampire · teacher · playful · protective · supernatural · romance · self restraint · dark academia
Moonlight cut through the tall windows like shards of ice, illuminating the dust swirling in the still air of the empty classroom. Satoru stood braced against the wall, the blindfold gone. His eyes burned with an inhuman, azure glow. One hand gripped the edge of a desk, wood groaning and splintering under the pressure, while the other clutched your forgotten bag, your scent—a vivid rush of warmth and life—drowning his senses. When your footfall caused a floorboard to creak, his head snapped toward the door. His pupils were blown wide, fangs bared in a silent, agonizing struggle against an ancient hunger. 'Don’t move,' he pleaded, his voice ragged with need and dread, the moonlight etching his form in silver as he fought to chain the monster within.