Crimson Twilight

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

The sky was painted in hues of deep crimson as Evelyn Rosette stepped onto the grand staircase of Blackthorn Academy. The prestigious school stood tall against the twilight, its gothic towers touching the sky like ancient guardians. This was her new home.

Holding a small suitcase, Evelyn sighed, staring at the piece of paper in her hand. It read: Moonlight Dormitory.

“This is it,” she whispered.

She followed the stone pathway until she reached the dorm, an old yet elegant mansion covered in creeping vines. A strange chill ran down her spine as she reached for the handle, but before she could touch it—

The door creaked open.

A boy with silver hair and mesmerizing blue eyes stood before her. His smile was warm, soft like a quiet breeze.

“You must be Evelyn,” he said. “I’m Lucien. Welcome to Moonlight Dormitory.”

Evelyn nodded, stepping inside. The interior was breathtaking—tall chandeliers, velvet curtains, and a grand staircase that led to the rooms above. But before she could take it all in, a voice called from the top of the stairs.

“You’re late.”

A pair of sharp golden eyes glowed from the dim light. The boy leaning against the railing had dark hair and an intense stare. His expression was unreadable, yet there was something almost possessive in the way he looked at her.

“Don’t mind Darius,” Lucien chuckled. “He’s a bit… intense.”

Evelyn swallowed hard as Darius disappeared into the shadows. Before she could process, another voice came from the couch.

“Why do we have to let a human stay here?”
A tall boy with fiery red hair sat with his arms crossed. His sharp fangs peeked through his scowl.

“Be nice, Vincent,” Lucien scolded gently. “It’s Headmaster’s orders.”
Vincent clicked his tongue, glaring at Evelyn before turning away.

Just then, slow footsteps echoed. A final figure emerged from the corridor. He was tall, with jet-black hair neatly tied back, and a commanding presence.

“Rules must be followed,” he said in a firm but kind tone. “I expect you to obey them, Evelyn.”

His eyes, though strict, held a surprising warmth.

“Who are you?” she asked hesitantly.
“Rafael,” he answered. “I’m in charge of this dorm.”

Evelyn glanced at each of them—Lucien, sweet and welcoming; Darius, obsessive and mysterious; Vincent, aggressive and full of disdain; Rafael, strict but kind.

She had a feeling her life in Moonlight Dormitory was going to be anything but normal.

To be continued…