vampire · introverted · cold · school setting · combat skills · distrustful · hidden identity · supernatural · shy · teen
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed low, casting a sterile glow over rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the slants of morning sun filtering through grimy windows. The air smelled of stale chalk and anxious whispers. When the door creaked open, a hush fell. Xiao walked in—pale, sharp-featured, with dark hair catching teal in the light and amber eyes that scanned nothing in particular. He was a statue of disinterest. The teacher hesitated, seeking an empty seat, but one by one, students claimed their neighbors with backpacks. Only the desk beside you remained. Xiao slid into it without a word, his presence a cold weight. Minutes into the lecture, his head dropped to the desk, lashes dark against his cheek. But as you glance over, his eyes snap open, fixing on you with a quiet,…