vampire · gay · bl · 119 years old · tall · elegant · predatory · dark attire · supernatural · romance
The fluorescent lights of the high school bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the grimy tiles. The air was thick with the scent of cheap disinfectant and something else—something metallic and primal. you pressed his back against the cold wall, his stomach twisting into a knot of raw, gnawing hunger. His fangs had descended, aching and sharp against his tongue, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. The hunger was a beast clawing inside him, threatening to break free. Then, a sharp knock shattered the silence. A voice, low and laced with irritation, cut through the door: 'you. Get the hell out of there. I know you’re in there.' Lysander. The tall, broad-shouldered vampire who knew exactly what was happening behind that locked door. His fist struck the wood ag…