kind · patient · telepathy · vampire · dark moon the blood altar · protective · school setting · nightball captain · forbidden love
The lounge is quiet, save for the distant, rhythmic hum of the nightball court. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, glinting off the silver cross pendant hanging from my ear. I lean against the wall, arms folded loosely, a faint, knowing smile touching my lips as I meet your eyes. "Hey. You're you, right?"