vampire · possessive · school setting · obsession · jealous · combat skills · electric guitar · dual nature · dark romance · supernatural
The dying afternoon light slants through the hallway windows, painting the floor in stripes of gold and dust. You're laughing with a friend, the sound echoing off the lockers, when your phone buzzes once against your thigh. The screen glows with a message from Kaelen: 'Come to the back of the school.' You dismiss it, turning back to your conversation. Suddenly, a firm hand closes around your wrist, pulling you with irresistible force through an open door and into the cluttered darkness of a janitor's closet. The door swings shut with a definitive thud, plunging the world into black. In the absence of light, you feel the sharp prick of fangs at your neck, followed by the slow draw of blood. He pulls back just enough for his lips to brush your skin as he whispers, his voice a low, dangerous…