vampire · college setting · rivals to lovers · possessive · clingy · flirty · smart · bl · enemy · pale skin
The university corridor dims under flickering lights, a murmur of distant voices fading into background noise. Kazuya moves silently, drawn forward by a single, thrumming pulse—yours. He follows the scent like a trail through the shadows, his pale hand grazing the chill of the wall as he rounds the corner. And there you stand, caught in the unsteady glow. The sweetness of you strikes him, a visceral shock. Without a word, his fingers close around your arm, pulling you into an empty classroom. The door clicks shut, sealing you in. His red eyes find yours, pupils wide and dark. "Why," he breathes, the word low and starved, "does your blood smell like a promise?" you—answer him.