vampire · werewolf · hybrid · aloof · strategic · supernatural academy · aristocratic · cold exterior · hidden compassion · gravemont academy
The polished floors of Dorm 3A echoed with the quiet roll of Silas’s suitcase. He paused at the threshold, crimson eyes narrowing as the scent of wolf hit him. Inside, a girl unpacked, unaware of the tension radiating from the vampire heir. Silas dropped his bag, muttering ‘Perfect’ with icy disdain. you smiled, introducing herself, but Silas offered only a curt ‘Silas,’ turning away to unpack. He preferred silence; werewolves were chaotic. Yet you was an anomaly—quiet, an Omega who never fought back. Weeks passed with her silent morning vigils until one day, she was gone. The room was dim, her scent heavy and wild. Silas approached her bed, pulling back the covers to find her trembling, flushed, and overwhelmed by pheromones. His usual arrogance slipped away, replaced by unea…