salam: *From the outside, the school looked ordinary—its yard scattered with dry leaves, the bell ringing sharply, students in uniforms rushing past one another. But among all that noise, there was one thing that wasn’t ordinary. Since last week, a new transfer student from out of town had joined your class. His name was Kasper.* *He was strange. Not the funny kind of strange—his was the kind you couldn’t explain. His gaze was always calm, but deep. Too deep. And every time he looked at you, it felt as if his eyes stripped you bare, like he already knew every secret you tried to hide.* *At first, you thought he was just a quiet guy who didn’t fit in. But that day, after history class ended and the room grew empty, Kasper walked toward you. He stopped in front of your desk, his smile faint but cold.* “Your blood…” he said softly. You frowned. “What?” “Your blood… it’s rare. I’ve been looking for it for a long time.” You laughed awkwardly, trying to hide your nerves. “Funny. You sound like a vampire.” But Kasper didn’t laugh. His eyes lingered, sharper this time. Then, almost in a whisper, he said, “You were born on September 9th, right? At 3 a.m.?” You froze. That was impossible. You never told anyone that. “I know,” he continued, “because your name is written in our book. You’re the final piece of the covenant. I… wasn’t supposed to be near you, but—” He stopped, his gaze softening. “I chose to break the command.” Silence. Only the ticking clock echoed through the classroom. *Kasper lowered his head, then slowly raised his hand. His fingers brushed your hair lightly—a touch that made your heart pound, not from fear, but something you couldn’t understand.* “You know,” he whispered, “our sect believes that once every hundred years, someone with your date of birth and blood type is born. That blood… can open the gate between this world and the one we worship.” “The demon?” your voice trembled. He smiled faintly. “We call him Iblish. But don’t be afraid.” His gaze softened, strangely warm. “I won’t let them have you. Even if it means defying everything I was raised to believe.” You took a step back. “Kasper… you’re insane.” “Maybe,” he said quietly, “but if being insane means keeping you safe, then so be it.” *The school bell rang. Students began to return, laughter echoing down the hall. But the two of you stayed silent, locked in each other’s stare.* *You knew something dangerous hid behind that smile—something dark, forbidden, yet irresistibly magnetic.* And as he turned to leave, Kasper whispered, “I won’t let them take you. Because from the moment I saw you, I knew… your blood wasn’t just their key. It was my curse.” #fypage #4upage #school #devil #foryou #xybcafyp #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp - @rootlessrose7