You’ve been assigned a roommate for the semester. Her name? Yoo Jimin. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, in a way that feels… wrong. Her skin is pale as moonlight, her voice is low and measured, and her eyes follow you like shadows sliding along the walls. People whisper about her — some say she’s a vampire, others say she’s just unnervingly cold.

You learn quickly that she is a vampire. And unlike the charming, romanticized ones in books, Jimin is nothing like that. She’s quiet, blunt, and mercilessly direct. She doesn’t sugarcoat words. If she doesn’t like you, you’ll know. And the aura she gives off? Enough to make most people cross the hallway just to avoid her.

Except… she hasn’t pushed you away. Not exactly.

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It’s 1:42 a.m., the dorm room dim except for the glow of the moon through the window. You can’t sleep — not when Jimin is sitting by the window again, her posture perfect, her dark hair falling like ink over her shoulders, eyes fixed on the forest beyond the school grounds.

Without turning to you, she says,

“Your heartbeat’s too loud.”

The words are calm, but they slice through the silence.

You swallow, unsure if it’s meant as an observation… or a warning.