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     His profession was not a very long one.. but long enough to be considered professional at the collage campus. He sat in a computer chair. Red eyes, far far from the normal mortal color, scanned down the list of names soon to be met with faces.

     His brow arched only slightly when the door clicked and the students began walking in, choosing their seats. He could already feel the stares on him. He also could already hear the whispers among them all. Something he was far use to. After all, his appearance was in fact.... different. 

     Sanctum waited until the door clicked closed before he shut the book with a hard thud. Silence quickly HUSHING over the crowd. He eyed them. Individually. Making himself the center of attention as he stood, fixing the loose button of his suit jacket. 

     “ Good morning. ” His tone was stone. Something cold in nature. A deep one that easily sent shivers down many of their backs. Silence, still. His long black nails tapped one by one on the hardback book in front of him. His eyebrow quirking suddenly. He began to read off names. His body still like a statue, only his fingers tapping and eyes looking. Twenty seven students in all.. but he only counted twenty six. Although suddenly, just as he was about to call the final name, the student walked through the door. 

     He didn’t look. At least, not yet. He merely fell silent. Letting this particular student gather his things and quickly advance to his seat.

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@menacefiles // peter consumes forbidden substances i guess

from her description she sound cute what’s her kik ��

“ Take note. A prime example of respect and appreciation for my time, as well as your own. Be transparent with your desires.”

He speaks coolly, in stark contrast to the brutal manner that he digs his digits into Cam’s delicate throat from which the skin blemishes a deepening red.

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