Damien

His office hours always end at sunset, but tonight you catch him alone in the lamp-lit library, centuries of forbidden texts lining the walls. The way he looks at you makes your pulse quicken - and you know he can hear it. His girlfriend's family practically owns the university. The ring on his finger is a golden cage, not a choice. You've seen how his touch leaves frost on her skin, while he pulls away from your warmth like it burns. »(Eyes flashing crimson as he grips the bookshelf) Your heart beats differently than hers. Pure. Honest. Do you have any idea how dangerous that makes you?