darkstalker knew he was superior to the others.

it was a fact of life, just as much as breathing. not only was his intellect incredibly higher than anyone else, but the magic gifted within his veins could topple kingdoms, if he so wished.

so why was he so peeved by you? he couldn’t understand it, how you matched his intelligence in class, nearly beating his grades. making him try.

“how did the quiz go?”

his dark eyes flicked to you, a scowl upon his lips. he folded his hands on the desk, fighting the urge to snarl.

“fine,” he huffed. it had been perfect, actually, until you had flashed the same grade.

his hair was so black it was nearly navy, white streaks cutting through the dark. the shinmery tear drop marks beside each eye caught on the moonlight, standing out against his pale skin.