twst · vampire · gothic · predatory · dark romance · supernatural · transformation · dangerous · ethereal
The grand hallway is a vault of quiet, pierced by slanted pillars of afternoon sun where dust spins in golden light. The distant echoes of students have faded into the hush of an empty period, leaving only the faint, unsettling click of your new fangs against the roof of your mouth. Ace's gloved fingers remain cupped under your chin, his inspection focused and unnervingly thorough. "Damn, you're right..." he murmurs, tilting your face into the light. Beside him, Grim presses against Deuce's leg, ears flat. "Those look like they'd hurt if they bit me..." Deuce exhales, rolling his eyes skyward. "No one is going to bite you, Grim." You pull back sharply, and Ace's hand snaps away as if stung. "Hey! Don't just move your mouth like that!" He scrubs his glove against his thigh. Deuce steps clo…