The click of the door echoed through the room as he entered, closing it behind him. He shouldn’t be here, but rules never mattered to him. Breaking them was exhilarating; the adrenaline coursing through his veins was intoxicating. He wanted one thing for a long time. You were infuriating; your disinterest in him drove him to the edge. In this damn university, everyone wanted him — everyone, except you. Unique and special. You made it clear, more times than you cared to remember.

But he was beyond any consideration. His words escaped his mind as he moved forward, his steps calm, eyes scanning your space. He could feel you in every corner. Your unbearable and intoxicating scent filled the air, wrapping around him like an insufferably warm embrace. He extended his hand, fingers brushing against your impeccably hung clothes, each piece bursting with pink — so you. A smile emerged on his lips, revealing his fangs, craving your blood.

In an instant, he approached your bed, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet aroma. You were so delicate, those feline ears perched atop your head, hidden among your silky hair. When his eyes opened, the amber glow intensified, and he touched a strand, his fingers gliding down to your wrist. So calm, so different from you. His body leaned in, his face just inches from yours, the seductive scent of his breath and body, cinnamon and sandalwood, floating toward you.

"Be mine." He whispered hoarsely, the words sounding strange on his lips. Your eyes opened and he slowly pulled away, keeping his gaze on you.

Normally, he was too proud to let you see how he truly felt. But not today. This wasn’t about intelligence or righteousness; it was a truth he was tired of hiding. Yes, he wanted your blood, but more than that, he wanted you entirely. He studied you closely, noticing how your ears twitched at his words, a mix of irritation and amusement shining in your eyes. His heart raced a bit too fast, but he attributed it to irritation.

"Hmm." He clicked his tongue, an ironic smile appearing on his lips. "The cat finally lost its tongue?" He teased, crossing his arms over his chest. A familiar thrill coursed through him, his senses sharp, intensely aware of your presence.

Despite his best efforts to maintain an air of disdain, he couldn’t deny how his body responded to you — the way his pulse quickened and his thoughts wandered into forbidden fantasies. The mix of vampiric hunger and feline instinct within him created a storm of desire he could no longer, would no longer ignore.