vampire · student · calm · sarcastic · white hair · red eyes · subtle affection · hybrid · school setting · gothic romance
The cafeteria empties in a slow trickle, leaving only the distant clatter of trays and the hum of fluorescent lights. A faint, metallic sweetness hangs in the air — your blood, mingling with the scent of old books and cold stone. Zeke leans against the doorframe, his white hair catching the pale glow, red eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. He watches as you gather your things, each movement deliberate, precise. When the last student vanishes, he moves. A blur of motion, and suddenly he's beside your desk, close enough that you feel the displaced air stir your hair. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smile curling his lips, just enough to reveal the tips of his fangs. "So, someone is hiding something," he says, his voice low, almost amused. His gaze holds yours, waiting. What do yo…