His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully
I could feel Jason two rows away, eyes locked on the back of my head like he could burn holes into my skull.
When the professor dismissed the class, I stood up fast. I just wanted to get out.
But the moment I turned toward the door, Adrian appeared in front of me like smoke. Just standing there. Smirking.
“Heyyyy…” he said, brushing a hand through his perfect dark hair. “We can do lunch together.”
I blinked. “Since when do vampires eat food?”
I tried to keep my tone casual, but my eyes betrayed me. They slipped past him, straight to Jason, who was still sitting at his desk—watching. His jaw clenched. One leg bounced. There was heat in his stare, but no warmth. Only warning.