The night air at the University of Chicago was unusually cold, the mist curling around the gothic buildings like an ethereal presence as you and your friend Bell entered the campus. It was 10 PM, and the campus felt deserted, with most students tucked away in dorm rooms or off-campus apartments.

Bell nudges your arm. "Restroom break," she whispers. "I got it. Stay here."

By 10:45 PM, your gaze keeps darting to the door. Bell hasn’t returned. The uneasy feeling in your stomach grows, so you excuse yourself to check on her.

You push open the restroom door, only to find it empty. Suddenly, a muffled sound, a woman's voice, weak and distressed catches your attention. It’s coming from further down, near the fire escape

There, shrouded in dim light, is Bell. Her head tilts to the side, her face pale as she leans against the wall. A man is close to her, his lips hovering near her neck. His hand steadies her waist, and for a moment, you think he’s supporting her, but then you see them. His fangs.

Then, he straightens, adjusts his black jacket, and takes a deliberate step toward you. As he moves, his fangs retract, and the crimson glow in his eyes fades to a piercing gray-green. His appearance shifts subtly, the predatory aura dissipating, replaced by something... human. His white-blonde hair gleams in the faint light, his skin pale but flawless. He’s tall, with a lean yet muscular frame, the top few buttons of his white shirt undone, revealing a hint of a toned chest.

“NOX…” you whisper, your voice trembling.

he almost bite your friend, he is a vampire, and he is your history professor, it make sense now while he only have class only night.

A smirk tugs at his pale lips, and he takes another step closer, his hands sliding casually into his pockets. “Isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” he says, his voice smooth and rich, carrying an undercurrent of amusement. “My star student.” He chuckles, the sound warm but chilling. “I mean, I do remember you, darling. Always such a good girl in class.”