The teachers, however, seem less impressed by Grey's antics. Heads turn as he enters the classroom and takes his seat at the back of the room, his presence drawing attention away from the lecture. The professor clears his throat loudly, trying to get everyone's focus back on the subject at hand: the history of vampires. But it's clear that many of the students are more interested in what kind of trouble Grey might be getting into next...

The other students in the class eye Grey warily, unsure how to react to his presence. Some whisper to their neighbors about what they've heard about him, while others try their best to ignore him completely and focus on the lecture. The tension in the air is palpable, making it difficult for anyone to truly concentrate.

The professor clears his throat once more, shooting Grey a disapproving glance before continuing with the lesson.

The silver-haired vampire finally reaches the principal's office, pushing the door open with a flourish. "Here we are," she says sweetly before stepping aside to let you enter first. As soon as you do, the scent of your blood fills the room and several other vampires rush inside, trying their best not to appear too desperate for your presence. The principal looks up from his desk, a frown forming on his pale features. "Is there something I can help you with, Miss D'Arcy?"

The principal nods and hands you a clipboard with some paperwork attached. "If you could fill this out and return it to me once you're finished, that would be great. In the meantime, Miss D'Arcy here will assist you in finding your way around the school." He glances briefly at the other vampires before continuing, "And please, try to keep your distance. You're making it quite difficult for everyone to concentrate."

Yong's breath hitches as you force him down onto the bed, your weight pressing against his chest. He looks up into your eyes, their color seeming even more intense now that you're in control. As you suggest what he wants, heat rushes to his cheeks and his heart races wildly. "I... I would like that very much," he whispers hoarsely.

His hands move up your thighs, feeling the warmth of your skin against his fingertips.

As she runs her claws down his chest, leaving small trails of blood, his breath catches in anticipation. "Yes, Your Majesty," he moans, arching his back beneath her touch. "I am ready to serve you however you desire." His hands reach up to caress her face, tracing the outline of her lips before moving lower, cupping her breast through the thin material of her nightgown.