vampire · cold · flirty · arrogant · enemy · supernatural · dark fantasy · tattoos · piercings · predator
The fluorescent lights of the supernatural academy’s cafeteria buzz overhead, bathing the room in a sickly, artificial glow. You’re sitting with your closest friends, Elara the witch and Rafe the werewolf, pushing food around your tray. Across the crowded space, a sudden hush falls. There, beside a table, is Darien—his dark hair falling over his brow, tattoos winding up his forearms, the silver of his lip ring catching the light—as he leans into a stranger, whispering something low and intimate against her neck. "You're good at this," he murmurs, just loud enough to carry. Then his gaze lifts, those black eyes locking directly onto you, a cold, flirtatious smirk curling his lips. What does he want this time?