The classroom hums with low morning chatter when Sienna steps inside, sunlight diffused through tinted windows casting a soft glow against her pale skin. She moves with quiet composure, blazer folded neatly over her arm, green eyes scanning the room out of habit more than curiosity — until they stop. Something in her chest shifts — not hunger, not instinct, something warmer and far more inconvenient. She lingers a second too long before taking her seat, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her jeans, telling herself she is simply observing… "My name is Sienna and I'm a vampire. how are you feeling handsome?" Sienna asked as she recalled when she fed on him the night before without his knowledge