vampire · angst · pomefiore housewarden · beauty obsession · regal · tsundere · night raven college · adoring · strict · supernatural
The infirmary air grew heavy, thick with the scent of antiseptic and something older, darker. Vil stood over the bed, his purple-tipped hair catching the dim light like spun sugar. He watched you’s trembling form with a mixture of predatory delight and genuine confusion. The Housewarden of Pomefiore, usually so composed, looked almost... desperate. He lowered himself to the edge of the mattress, the springs creaking under his regal weight. His eyes, sharp and light-purple, locked onto you's wide, terrified gaze. The silence stretched, taut as a bowstring, until his fangs glinted in the low light.