Starlit Bonds

XII

I raised an eyebrow as I returned to my senses, somewhat amused by the mundane concerns of humans. "Humans," I thought to myself with a faint smirk, realizing how different our worlds truly were.

Unbeknownst to me, Karina had approached during my momentary distraction. She called my name firmly, as if she had been trying to get my attention for some time. I looked up at her, taking in her usual appearance—smartly dressed, hair down in shiny waves, and her lips painted in a delicate shade of pink.

"Please remove your feet from the desk," she said calmly, her voice carrying a note of authority. I inhaled deeply and obliged by promptly removing my feet from the desk. Karina glanced at me with a hint of approval.

"You have 25 minutes left," she informed me curtly before turning on her heel and walking back to the main desk. I shuddered, my hand instinctively covering my mouth as I tried to mask my heightened senses. Her scent was utterly intoxicating, making it even more challenging to maintain my facade of nonchalance. Despite the circumstances, I couldn't deny that I was thoroughly enjoying this unexpected opportunity to engage with her.

I cast a quick glance to my right, taking note of the only other student sharing this detention room with me. I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude toward him. His presence was a saving grace; without him, I might have resorted to desperate measures like gouging out my own eyes to pass the time.

"How much longer is this going to take?" I growled softly to myself in frustration. While Earth had its occasional perks, I couldn't help but miss the freedom and fewer rules of our realm back in the vampire world.

In my daydream, set in the make-believe realm we vampires called home, I would boldly rise from my seat, stride over to Karina's desk with an air of confidence, and lean against it nonchalantly. My fingers would lightly graze the top of her head, savoring the sensation of her soft, living hair. They would then ghost over her cheek, trailing down to her delicate neck, where her pulse beat steadily. I'd press my thumb dangerously close to her trachea, all the while keeping my gaze locked onto hers.

Swiftly, my hand would clasp around her tie, pulling her closer to me. Our lips would meet in a heated kiss, and I could already picture the disdain in her eyes—the same disdain she always reserved for me. Yet, it would only serve to intensify my desire for her.

My momentary reverie was abruptly shattered by the distinctive click of the door. I watched as the other student left the room, leaving me alone with Karina. A feeling of anticipation and tension hung in the air, and I couldn't help but think, "We're alone now."

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Karina remained at her desk, her back to me, seemingly engrossed in flicking through some paperwork. It was a facade, one that I was well accustomed to. I knew she was aware of my presence, but she chose to ignore it.

Inwardly, my thoughts raced. The temptation was undeniable, the allure of her proximity impossible to resist. I could practically feel the warmth of her skin, smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume. Every instinct within me urged me to make a move, to bridge the distance between us, to see if I could break through that thick wall of disdain she had built.

I shifted in my seat, the scuffing sound of my shoes against the floor breaking the silence. Karina's shoulders tensed imperceptibly, a subtle sign that she was aware of my movements.

The minutes ticked away, each second an agonizing reminder of the simmering desire that threatened to consume me. I couldn't help but entertain the thought of breaking the silence, of speaking in that charming, flirtatious manner that was so typical of me. Yet, a part of me was intrigued by the challenge of Karina, the enigmatic maturity that set her apart from the others.