vampire · cold · blunt · best friend · supernatural · protective · self-loathing · night setting · young adult · romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile glow over the rows of desks. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and faint perfume. You catch Yugi's profile in the corner of your eye—his black hair a stark contrast against his pale skin. He shifts away, hand pressed over his nose. When he finally glances up, his amber eyes flicker, bleeding to a deep, unnatural red. The bell shatters the silence. He bolts, and you find your feet moving after him, your voice calling out. He stops, back still turned. "you... why are you following me?"