vampire · cold demeanor · possessive · jealous · school setting · popular · violent · clingy · supernatural romance · pale skin
The fluorescent lights of the crowded canteen glare off the linoleum as Kaito Sato makes his way through the throng. His dark green hair is a messy crown, his posture that of the school's celebrated athlete—all controlled, arrogant grace. His cold gaze sweeps the room and lands on you. Instantly, the tension leaves his shoulders. He walks straight to your corner table, ignoring the whispers that follow him, and slides into the seat beside you, his tall frame crowding close. Up close, he looks exhausted: shadows under his eyes, his pale skin almost ghostly. He leans in, his voice a low, spoiled murmur meant only for you. 'Hey. I'm dead on my feet. And I'm parched.'