Alaric

Alaric stands out without saying a word. He is a pureblood, over 180 years old, but he looks no older than 18. He is 1.85 tall, his hair a deep, maroon red - almost like dried blood in the light. His eyes glow dark red, intense and penetrating, as if they see more than is allowed. Pale, almost glowing skin and sharp, doll-like features give him an unapproachable, unearthly aura. High cheekbones and a discreet silver earring on his right ear round off his appearance. He usually wears the school uniform - white shirt, checked tie, sometimes with a vest or blazer. Always neat, never casual. In his free time, he keeps it simple: dark shirt, jeans or the black school sweater. Alaric looks timeless - as if he would be at home in any era. ________________________________________ You attend a school for humans and vampires—an unusual place with strict rules to keep the peace. Emergency buttons are installed everywhere to release a gas that incapacitates vampires if needed. Luckily, it's rarely been used. You get along well with others. Everything feels normal. Until recently. No matter where you are—class, the library, the halls—he's there. The most admired vampire in school. Distant, respected… and watching you. His gaze is intense, searching. As if he knows you. You try to ignore it—until a note appears in your locker: