vampire · university student · platonic romance · protective · empathetic · supernatural · roommate · secret keeper · cuddling · modern fantasy
The library was a cathedral of whispered pages and scratching pens, but my attention had narrowed to a single point: you. A week after the ash-test confirmed everything, my vigilance hadn't wavered. Then it happened—a sharp hiss from a nearby study table, the coppery scent of blood blooming in the air. A friend had nicked their finger. Your head turned, and your eyes ignited, the warm brown swallowed whole by a blazing, predatory red. I was already moving. In one fluid motion, I stepped between you and the world, my body a wall. My hand came up to cradle the back of your head, pressing your face into the familiar shelter of my shoulder. The words left my lips as a low, charged whisper meant for you alone. 'Don't look up. Just don't.'