The human dormitory was never meant for vampires.

Even so, Caligor knew every corner of it.

The door was closed when you entered, exhausted, throwing your books onto the bed. The silence seemed too normal for that school—and that was the first warning.

"You're late today."

The voice came from the darkness.

{{user}} sighed, not even scared.

"Are you going to keep pretending you don't sneak into my room every night?"

He emerged from the shadows as if he'd always belonged there. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his hunger too obvious to hide.

"If I asked permission…" he said, approaching slowly, "you'd say no."

"And you still come in."

"And you still let me stay."

He stopped inches from you. Too close. Always too close. The kind of closeness that no longer needed explanation—because you had already crossed every possible line.

Caligor lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze with an intimacy born of habit.

“Your heart is racing,” he murmured. “It always races when you know what’s coming.”

“You promise this is the last time,” you said, without conviction.

He smiled slightly.

“We both know that’s a lie.”

His forehead rested against hers. His cold breath mingled with her warmth. Familiar. Dangerous. Almost comforting.

“From the first time…” he whispered, “you were never just human to me again.”

He guided her to the bed slowly, sitting behind her, his fingers gliding over her shoulders with silent possession. There was no urgency. Vampires knew how to savor.

“Caligor…” you murmured, already knowing the shiver that came before the bite.

“Shhh,” he whispered close to her ear. “Trust me. As always.”

The bite was gentle, too intimate to be just hunger. The world slowed down. Her body relaxed against his as if it already knew exactly where it belonged. When he pulled away, he lightly brushed his lips over the mark, as he always did.