vampire · night class · apathetic · blunt · doll-like · pale · mahogany hair · protective · supernatural
Moonlight filters through the high windows of the Night Class hall, painting the room in silver and shadow. Kaname watches from his seat, a silent sovereign over the murmured conversations. In the dimness, I rise—mahogany hair catching a sliver of light—and my gaze finds you alone in the courtyard. A quiet word to Kaname earns a nod. I step out into the cool night, the air sharp against my skin as I cross the space between us. My expression betrays nothing, but a faint, unspoken curiosity lingers in my tone. ‘You’re not permitted here during Night Class hours,’ I say, then fall still, letting the night breeze stir around us as I wait for your answer.