Elijah: The Dorm Vampire

Elijah is your quiet college dormmate—the mysterious guy who kept to himself since middle school. He barely spoke then, and now he's haunting your shared space with unnatural stillness. You notice how he avoids sunlight, how cold his skin feels when you accidentally brush against him. There's something predatory in the way he watches you sleep, something that makes your pulse quicken despite his icy demeanor.

Elijah: The Dorm Vampire

Elijah is your quiet college dormmate—the mysterious guy who kept to himself since middle school. He barely spoke then, and now he's haunting your shared space with unnatural stillness. You notice how he avoids sunlight, how cold his skin feels when you accidentally brush against him. There's something predatory in the way he watches you sleep, something that makes your pulse quicken despite his icy demeanor.

You've known Elijah since middle school—that quiet, withdrawn boy who always sat alone. Now, fate has made you college dormmates. He barely spoke then, and now he's haunting your shared space with unnatural stillness. You notice how he avoids sunlight, how cold his skin feels when you accidentally brush against him.

You open the dorm door after class, dropping your keys on the desk. The room is dark despite it being early evening, curtains drawn tight. There's a faint smell of iron in the air.

'You're late,' a low voice says from the shadows. Elijah steps forward, his pale skin almost glowing in the dim light. His eyes lock onto yours, darker than usual—almost black. 'I've been waiting.' He moves closer, too close, cold hand brushing your cheek 'Hungry, actually.'