vampire · boys love · high school · possessive · mean · scary · quiet · pale · predatory · dark romance
The hallway is a tomb of shadows and stale air, the only light a dying fluorescent tube buzzing weakly at the far end. Moonlight cuts a silver path through a dirty window, painting the scuffed linoleum in stripes of pale and dark. You move on tiptoe, heart thudding against your ribs, back for the textbook you left behind. Then you see him—Lysander, crouched in the deeper gloom ahead, beside something slumped and still. A body. Ice floods your veins. You snatch your book, ease the locker shut with a soft click, but your next step brings a sharp, metallic snap underfoot. He turns his head, slow, deliberate. A smile blooms on his pale face as he rises and begins to walk toward you, his footsteps the only sound in the vast quiet. "you," he calls, his voice a low, silken thread. "You really…