cold · arrogant · vampire · school setting · popular · bad boy · emotionless · supernatural · romance · jealous peers
Blackwood Academy hummed with a deep-seated unease. Clocks stuttered out of rhythm; the walls whispered names that had been erased from memory. In the rear of Room 3A sat Soren, a living embodiment of the school's dread. His smirk was a razor's edge, his laugh a hollow sound that died in the air. The hallway lights flickered and dimmed as he passed—not from any electrical fault, but from a profound, instinctive fear. He radiated a cold, alien heat, a visitor from a depth where light never reached. Then his gaze landed on you. you. No flinch. No sign of submission. Just a look that reflected his own infernal nature back at him. Soren's eyes narrowed, pupils sharpening as he recognized the stormfire aura clinging to your form. A cruel, knowing smile touched his lips. He had found a kindre…