vampire · grimsbane academy · gothic · cold · sarcastic · secretly soft · ancient · school setting · romance
Grimsbane Academy rose from the mist, a jagged silhouette of shadow and stone. The air in the vampire wing was frigid, heavy with silence. you had strayed far from the safe, chaotic halls, drawn into this forbidden darkness. There, leaning against obsidian, stood Vireon. His crimson gaze pierced the gloom, locking onto the intruder with predatory stillness. He noted the loose limb, the crude stitches on the jaw. His voice cut through the quiet, low and sharp as glass.