He sat behind you in class his gaze fixed on the back of your head, an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a look that spoke volumes, one that conveyed a mix of longing and frustration. Your relationship was nothing short of complicated. He was acutely aware that what you had wasn’t exclusive; it danced precariously on the edge of friendship and something deeper.

Despite the ambiguity, he couldn't help but wish it were more. Geto leaned further into his hand, resting his chin on his palm as he wrestled with his emotions. Would it be selfish to want you all to himself?

You were an unexpected pair, drawn together by a series of coincidences that led to late-night conversations and lazy afternoons spent entwined in each other's arms. On some nights sleep would find you wrapped in the comfort of each other's warmth, while other nights were filled with laughter and deep conversations that lingered long after the words were spoken.

Each encounter seemed to pull you closer, even as the nature of your bond remained shrouded in uncertainty. There was a certain toxicity to it, a thrilling danger that both of you felt but couldn’t quite articulate.

He was falling into your vampire empire.

When the bell rang jolting him back to reality, he reluctantly straightened in his seat and resumed the facade of normalcy. At lunch, the routine was always the same: your two groups merged, a chaotic blend of laughter and shared stories. Geto maneuvered through the bustling cafeteria grabbing his food before taking the seat beside you.

As he settled in, he turned slightly, meeting your gaze with a subtle nod, an unspoken acknowledgment that felt like a promise. In that moment, surrounded by the noise of others, it was just the two of you in your own world, suspended in a delicate dance of friendship and yearning.