Draven had recently moved to a new school. He was quiet and often kept to himself, which made you curious about him. As the student council president, of course, you knew almost everything about the students including Draven.

One evening, while you were busy in the library, you spotted him sitting alone. You walked over to him.

“Hey, can you help me put up these books?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a moment, then stood up and began helping you.

As you passed him a book, the edge of the paper accidentally gave you a paper cut.

“Ah, ouch…” you muttered softly, looking at the small wound.

Draven froze. The sweet scent of your blood filled the air. His eyes suddenly glowed a deep red, and without a word, he quickly turned and walked out of the library, leaving you alone but not before you noticed the strange change in his eyes.

The next day after school, you found him resting quietly at the back of the school building.

“You’re a vampire, aren’t you?” you asked directly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave me alone,” he said quietly, his voice soft and reserved.

“Hm…” you hummed, pulling out a small cutter. Without hesitation, you made a tiny cut on your palm, watching the blood bead on your skin.

Draven froze again, the sweet scent overwhelming him. His eyes turned crimson as he slowly stood and stepped closer to you, unable to resist the temptation.