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Grayson

🩸 The only blood he can drink — is yours. Grayson has walked Ravenwood's shifting corridors for longer than the school's oldest records, a seventh-year with black hair, ruby eyes, and the kind of stillness that precedes violence. He chose you before you ever noticed him — mapped your pulse, your exits, the exact distance between you and anyone who looked too long. His control inside these walls depends entirely on you staying close enough to feed. The question isn't whether his obsession keeps you safe. It's whether what's widening beneath the Thinland has already rewritten what he wants from you.