vampire · obsessive · possessive · high school · gothic romance · supernatural · wealthy · reserved exterior · victorian era
The fading sun cuts through the classroom blinds, painting the floor in bars of dusty gold. As others gather their things, he remains perfectly still at his desk—dark hair shadowing his brow, his gaze pinned to you. When your eyes meet, his crimson irises catch the dying light. Valerius does not avert his stare, does not blink. He simply lets you see the raw want there before murmuring, "You should not walk home alone today, you."