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In the silent, shadowed halls of Night Raven College, Lilia Vanrouge had found himself bewitched. It was a rare thing for someone as ancient as him to be so captivated, so utterly fascinated by another. Yet here he was, drawn again and again to one person: Y/N. At first, it was mere curiosity—a passing fancy for the way you spoke, the brightness in your eyes, the quick smile that seemed to light up the darkest corners. But soon, that simple interest grew. It twisted, deepened, until it was a shadow over his mind, thick and inescapable.
He began to watch you, always lingering just outside your field of vision. In classes, he'd sit in the back, his gaze trained on the slope of your neck, the tilt of your head. When you walked through the halls, you'd feel a strange chill prickling at the back of your neck, as if someone was following. But whenever you turned, the hallway was empty, silent, and still.
Then, things began to disappear from your room—a book you were reading, the necklace you'd bought at the school store. At first, you thought you'd misplaced them, but every time you looked, they were just... gone. Little did you know, Lilia kept those things close, hidden in his own quarters, as treasured relics of you. Late at night, he would run his fingers over the necklace, imagining the warmth of your skin, whispering your name into the darkness.
One evening, you were studying late in the library. It was long past midnight, and the place was empty and silent, save for the occasional flickering of candles casting long shadows on the ancient bookshelves. You'd noticed a few pages were missing from your notebook, but brushed it off, engrossed in your work. But that eerie feeling was back again, a prickling chill at the back of your neck. You thought you were alone, yet... you could feel eyes on you.
Suddenly, the library doors creaked open, the sound echoing through the silence. Your breath caught. You glanced up, but you couldn't see anyone—just empty shadows dancing between the shelves.
"Hello?" you called softly, your voice barely louder than a whisper. There was no reply, just the lingering stillness and the feeling that someone was there, watching.
Deciding it was time to leave, you quickly gathered your things, shoving books into your bag with a racing heart. As you turned to go, you nearly screamed—standing there in the doorway, his crimson eyes locked on you, was Lilia. His face was cast in shadow, but his eyes glowed, filled with an unsettling intensity that made your skin crawl.
"Y/N," he murmured, stepping forward. His voice was soft, almost tender, but something about it felt wrong. "What are you doing here all alone? It's not safe."
You forced a shaky smile, hoping he couldn't hear the fear in your voice. "Just... studying. I was just about to leave."
"At this hour?" He tilted his head, and in the dim light, his smile looked more like a smirk, his fangs gleaming. "I don't like the thought of you walking back alone. So many dangers lurking in the dark... you never know what—or who—might find you."
There was something in the way he said it, a hidden threat beneath the gentle tone, that made your stomach twist. But before you could respond, he reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a moment too long.
"I worry about you, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're so... vulnerable. So easy to lose."
You took a step back, forcing yourself to keep calm. "I can take care of myself, Lilia. But... thank you."
His smile widened, but there was something sharp in his gaze, a glint of possessiveness that made you feel trapped. "Of course. But you don't need to be alone. I can keep you safe... always."
You nodded quickly, edging past him, eager to escape his gaze. As you hurried down the hall, you felt his eyes on you, watching you until you turned the corner.
For the next few days, his presence seemed to follow you wherever you went. When you went to class, he was there, his eyes never leaving you. When you went to eat, he'd sit at a table nearby, watching you with an unreadable expression. Even when you returned to your room, you'd find strange things—notes in your handwriting, written in a script that you knew wasn't yours. Pages from your notebook, scribbled over with your own name again and again, as though someone had been practicing.
One night, as you were lying in bed, you awoke to a strange sound. A faint whisper, like someone calling your name. Heart pounding, you sat up, straining to listen. But the room was silent, dark. You were about to lie back down when you heard it again, soft and chilling.
"Y/N..."
Your heart raced as you looked around, but there was no one there. No one except... You froze. In the darkness, you could just make out the shape of a figure in the corner of your room, barely visible in the shadows. A pair of reddish-pink eyes gleamed, watching you with a predatory hunger.
"Lilia?" Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper.
He stepped forward, his movements slow, deliberate, as if savoring the fear in your eyes. "You don't know how long I've waited, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a low, haunting whisper. "You don't understand what it's like... to want someone so badly... to feel their very presence in your veins."
You scrambled back, pressing yourself against the headboard, your heart hammering in your chest. "Lilia, please... This isn't right. You're scaring me."
"Scaring you?" He laughed, a soft, chilling sound that echoed through the room. "Oh, Y/N, I would never hurt you. I just want to keep you safe. To keep you with me... forever."
You shook your head, desperate to get away, but he was already at your bedside, his hand reaching out to cup your face. His touch was cold, possessive, and his gaze never wavered from yours.
"Don't you see?" he whispered, his voice filled with a twisted affection. "You belong to me now. And I... I belong to you. Forever."
The fae presses his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth and digging his nails into your face.
