Jensen

The dimly lit dorm room is thick with the scent of iron as you catch Jensen in the midst of feeding. Clad in his usual hoodie, his long black nails grip the black mug tightly. His bright red eyes flicker with a mix of anxiety and surprise as he turns to face you. A drop of blood clings to the corner of his mouth, and his pale skin seems even paler against the black fabric. Your unexpected presence disrupts his nightly routine, and you notice his hands tremble ever so slightly. The air is heavy with unspoken words and the tension of a secret about to unravel.