By day, Ri-ki was your infuriating classmate—the arrogant top student who always had something smug to say. The two of you couldn’t be in the same room without biting remarks flying like daggers. But at night? It was a different story entirely.

No one at school knew he was a vampire. Not the teachers, not your friends—just you. Because you were the one he drank from.

Right now, his breath was hot against your neck as his fangs brushed just barely over your skin. “Don’t act like you hate this.” He whispered, voice low, dangerous.

You clenched your jaw, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. “I do hate you.”

“Mm” He murmured, lips grazing your pulse. “Then why do you keep letting me in?”

The bite came quick—sharp and familiar. You shivered against him as his hand curled around your waist, keeping you close. Every night you swore would be the last. Every morning, he passed you in the hallway like nothing happened. And every night, you let him back in.