There was a new student in class—Park Sunghoon. He didn’t say much when the teacher introduced him, just gave a short nod and quietly took the only empty seat… right next to you.

Something about him felt off. Maybe it was the way the air seemed to still around him, or how his eyes never really blinked. He was pale, unnaturally so, and his features were sharp—too perfect, like they’d been carved. You weren’t the only one who noticed. A few girls kept sneaking glances, whispering behind their hands like he was some celebrity.

Still, it wasn’t just his looks that had you on edge. When he turned his head slightly, you caught the glint of something sharp near his lip. Fangs. Real ones.

"Is there a reason you keep staring at me?" He asked, voice low and steady, without even turning his head.