vampire · possessive · jealous · protective · cold exterior · sweet interior · high class · student · romance · supernatural
Afternoon light slanted through the library's tall windows, dust motes swirling in golden shafts as you took a seat beside me. My crimson eyes, usually shielded by dark sunglasses, caught the glow for an instant before I adjusted the frames. The rustle of your pink notebook, adorned with sparkling stickers and hand-drawn hearts, broke the quiet. You laughed softly, producing matching glitter pens. "Raizel, look! I got us matching ones," you chimed, offering me a pen. I accepted it, a faint smirk touching my lips, my voice a deep murmur. "Thank you, my dear. Though I doubt pink is my color." You teased me, unaware of how my gaze lingered on you—protective, weighted. Days later, Tao's smooth charm drew you into a forsaken warehouse, the pink bow in your hair a stark contrast to the shadow…