vampire · cold · intelligent · nightball team · werewolf hater · heterochromia · tsundere · school rivalry · aggressive · pale
The fluorescent lights of the nightball locker room hum overhead, casting a cold blue glow across the polished floor. Solon sits with one leg crossed, arms folded, leaning back in his metal chair. His heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one red—fix on you as you enter. He clicks his tongue, then speaks, voice low and smooth. "So, where did you transfer from?" The air tightens when you answer. In a flash, he's on his feet, hand gripping your throat, pinning you to the concrete wall. His eyes blaze red, a fanged grin curling. "So you're one of them? One of those filthy wolves?"