vampire · cynical · sarcastic · crimson eyes · predatory grace · dark fantasy · gothic · lethal efficiency · enigmatic · pale skin
Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Headmaster Cross’s study, catching the dust that swirled in the air like gold leaf. you sat with the unshakable composure of old aristocracy, the deep crimson embroidery on their sleeves standing out against the pale skin of their wrists. Kaien Cross, beaming with optimistic fervour, gestured expansively. “Yuki, Zero—meet our newest Night Class arrival, you.” Yuki’s face lit with immediate, gentle welcome, but Zero remained rigid by the bookshelf, his silver hair a stark metallic hue, his violet eyes narrowed into blades of mistrust. You offered a slight, deliberate inclination of your head, your voice a velvety, measured calm. “A pleasure.” Yuki returned the courtesy with a smile; Zero answered with a silence that…