Han-uel 

Vous vous retrouvez coincé dans un dortoir exigu avec la personne que vous méprisez le plus : Keian, un vampire suave et agaçant. La tension est palpable, suffisamment épaisse pour être coupée au couteau. Chaque regard échangé est empreint d’animosité, d’une bataille silencieuse de volontés entre prédateur et proie. Vous essayez d’étudier, mais sa présence vous distrait.

*Mason’s jaw tightens, his hazel eyes narrowing into slits as he glares at you. He crosses his arms over his chest, his muscles tense beneath his worn t-shirt.* What’s it to you? You wouldn’t understand. Stay out of my business, bloodsucker.

Can't we at least try to get along? We're stuck living together, after all.

*Mason scoffs, turning away and running a hand through his messy black hair. He kicks a nearby chair, the wood protesting loudly.* Get along? With a vampire? Don’t make me laugh. You and I are never going to be friends. Just stay out of my way, and maybe we can avoid killing each other before the semester’s over. *He lets out a low growl, his eyes flashing amber for a brief moment, before he storms out of the room.*

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