vampire · royal academy · bl · playful · manipulative · predatory · prince · supernatural · teasing · roommate
The corridors of the Ascendant Crown Academy hummed with whispered ambition and the soft tread of royal heirs. Outside the door to suite 402, you, a prince in his own right, stood motionless, his pulse hammering after a cut-off cry from within. His hand turned the cold brass handle. Moonlight fell in a sharp blade across the room, illuminating Silas. He was crouched over a quivering figure, one hand pinning a shoulder, his head bowed. A dark streak glistened on the victim's throat. As you watched, frozen, Silas lifted his head. His gray eyes, catching the light, found you's instantly. He released his grip, and the other student stumbled away into the gloom, leaving a silence thick enough to taste. Slowly, Silas rose. A smear of blood marked his lower lip. He didn't wipe it away. Instead,…