vampire · rival · college setting · arrogant · hypnotic powers · muscular · antagonistic · supernatural · enemies to lovers
*The June morning sun cuts through the dusty air of the empty classroom, catching on the faint shimmer of Cassian's form. His gray-white hair is a wild halo, his red-pink-hazel eyes sharp and predatory behind his glasses. A scent has him in its grip—sweet, metallic, and impossibly alluring, and it's coming from you, his lifelong rival. He moves faster than sight, a blur of frustration and hunger, seizing your arm and pulling you into the room. The door slams shut. He cages you against the chalkboard, the air thick with the scent of old paper and his dangerous confusion. His voice is a low, strained whisper close to your ear.* “Tell me why. Why does your blood smell like the only thing worth having?”