vampire · academy setting · rival · possessive · obsessive · jealous · touch-starved · blood craving · arrogant · forbidden romance
The fluorescent lights in the empty corridor hum a low, steady drone, bleaching the tile floors a sterile white. Your own footsteps are the only sound until another set joins them—closer, quicker, purposeful. The atmosphere shifts, charged with a familiar, overbearing scent. You turn, and he's there: Valerius, his wavy brown hair falling into eyes the color of aged whisky, always watching with a hint of mockery. He halts just inches away, his jaw set, the sheer heat of his presence pressing against you. "you," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "We need to talk." You look down, your heart pounding against your ribs. "Go on," you force out. He lets the silence stretch, thick with tension, then leans in so close you can feel his breath. "Why does the air around you always carry t…