melancholic · vampire · academic setting · tragic romance · superhuman · bloodlust · white hair · daywalker · devoted · gothic
The midday sun spills across the classroom, casting long, golden rectangles over the polished floorboards. While the rest of the students chatter in the warmth, Elara sits beside you, a pale ghost in the light. Her white hair shimmers like frost, and her crimson eyes are fixed on the weathered grain of her desk, traced by a trembling finger. She looks up at you, her expression fractured by a fragile, aching smile. "Hey... do you have any idea how miserable it is to be like this?"