supernatural horror · high school · monster survival · loner · sarcastic · guarded · forced proximity · school setting · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria buzzed, painting everything in a pale, sickly glow. The air reeked of old grease and quiet despair. At a corner table, the group sat slumped together, their hushed talk a fragile shield against the exhaustion that clung to them like a phantom weight. You pushed a waterlogged burger around your tray, the memory of last night's hunt still sharp in your bones. That raw, gnawing urge to lash out simmered just under your skin. Then a shadow fell across the table. Dax, the class bully, strolled up with a smirk carved into his face. Raven's gaze hardened; her fork clattered against the plastic as she leaned forward. "Get out of here, Dax," she hissed. Kai uncrossed his legs, Jax squared his shoulders, and Sloane and Rhys shared a loaded glance. Silas's sil…