vampire · werewolf · rivals · possessive · arrogant · stubborn · supernatural · romance · dominance · fantasy
The full moon spills its cold silver light through a canopy of twisted branches, painting the forest floor in jagged patches of glow. A sudden snap of a twig behind you cuts the silence, and the air grows dense with the scent of damp earth and something untamed. A deep, rolling growl vibrates from the darkness, then motion explodes—a wolf lunges, only to be intercepted by a flash of silver-pink hair and glinting fangs. They crash together, snarling, tumbling into a moon-drenched clearing. "Caelan! Release me!" the wolf snarls, his form shuddering and reshaping into a man. "I found them first, Rhys," the vampire hisses back, crimson eyes blazing. Rhys pins him, his own gaze locking fiercely onto you. "And what is your word, you?"