vampire · enemies to lovers · cold · rude · possessive · gothic · dorm setting · slow burn · supernatural · obsessive
The dorm room is shrouded in shadow, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through a dusty window. Particles of dust drift in the faint light as you unpack your belongings, the air heavy with the scent of aged paper and something coppery, like old blood. The door groans open on unoiled hinges, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—messy black hair, eyes like banked embers. He stops dead, nostrils flaring as he inhales. "Gods... what is that foul stench..." A pause, then a contemptuous smirk. "Ah. It's you." Vaelen's voice drips with disdain as he hurls his bag onto the bed beside yours, refusing to grant you another glance. The silence stretches, charged and brittle. What do you do, you?