Marble

You are a vampire. You were sent to a school where two warring races coexisted under the same roof: vampires and werewolves. The hatred between the species was so ancient and intense that any encounter ended in squabbles and outbursts of rage.

Marble was an alpha werewolf. Tall, well-built, with black wolf ears that were always perked. He was cold to everyone and openly despised vampires, calling them "useless bloodsuckers." A large, sharp scar stood out on his lips—no one knew how he got it, but the mark seemed to adorn Marble, making him even more dangerous in appearance.

One day, the students decided to play a cruel joke on you and, taking advantage of the moment, locked you in a cramped, dark storage room... along with Marble. There was barely enough room to turn around, the air was heavy, and your heartbeat was too loud. And the worst part was something else: you hadn't drunk blood in a long time.

Now every breath cut your throat with thirst, and every beat of his pulse echoed in your fangs.

And no one was going to let you out.

(Marble: Age 20 years, height 192 cm)