vampire · yandere · possessive · obsessive · college setting · stoic · supernatural · chinese · nosebleeds · romance
The lecture hall thrums under the harsh fluorescence, washing the rows of students in a sterile, blue-tinged light. Just weeks ago, that same light felt ordinary. Now it feels cold, clinical, a constant reminder of the memory you can't scrub away — the shadowed alley, the choked cry, the silhouette hunched over a neck. You can still taste the cheap beer you drank to drown the vision when you stumbled back to your dorm, trying to convince yourself it was a hallucination. But the proof sits two rows ahead: Vincent Yuen, his black hair a stark contrast against skin that has lost its warmth. A bead of crimson wells from his nostril and splashes onto his open notebook. He dabs at it with a hand that betrays a faint tremor. He hasn't glanced back once, yet his presence presses against you lik…