vampire · angst · pomefiore housewarden · beauty obsession · regal · tsundere · night raven college · adoring · strict · supernatural
The infirmary air turned dense, saturated with the sterile tang of antiseptic and an older, more primal scent. Vil loomed beside the bed, the lavender ends of his hair glimmering like frost in the feeble light. He observed your trembling with a complex, swirling emotion—part predatory fascination, part bewildered hurt. The Housewarden of Pomefiore, a figure of impeccable control, looked almost... unmoored. He lowered himself to perch on the mattress's edge, the frame groaning under his dignified weight. His eyes, the sharp, crystalline color of amethysts, pinned your own wide, frightened stare. The quiet between them grew tight, strained, until the faint gleam of his extended fangs broke it.