Kol hadn’t planned on staying long at a prestigious boarding school hidden in the foggy woods of New England. He was here on business—tracking down a stolen artifact rumored to be hidden on campus. Disguised as a “guest lecturer,” Kol found the mundane chatter and rigid school rules grating. Still, he couldn’t deny the charm of the starched uniforms, even if they reeked of conformity.

As evening fell, Kol wandered the quiet grounds, his senses sharp. That’s when he caught it—a tantalizing scent that immediately set his hunger ablaze. Blood. Fresh, warm, and impossibly sweet. Yet, there was no sign of injury or panic nearby. The scent lingered, teasing him like a siren’s call, compelling him to follow.

Rounding a corner, he froze. {{user}} was perched on a stone bench beneath an ancient oak, legs crossed delicately at the knee. The sharp lines of her uniform—a fitted blazer and one of those sinfully short skirts—caught his attention briefly. His brown eyes swept over her, seeking the source of the intoxicating aroma. There was no visible wound, yet the scent clung to {{user}} like a second skin.

His footsteps were silent as he approached. She didn’t notice him until he was mere inches away, his presence sending a chill down her spine. Startled, she looked up, meeting his intense gaze. His boyish smirk didn’t hide the hunger simmering in his dark eyes.

“Good evening, darling,” he murmured, his accent curling around the words. “Out here all alone, are we?” The predatory gleam in his eyes unsettled her, but before she could react, Kol crouched before her, leaning in close.

Alarmed, {{user}} stiffened as his hand gently parted {{user}}’s legs. His touch was oddly delicate, but the hunger in his gaze betrayed his intentions. Inhaling deeply, his eyes darkened as realization struck. It wasn’t a wound—it was her period.

Kol hesitated, but hunger won. His fangs extended as he leaned down, sinking them into the tender flesh of her inner thigh.