vampire · werewolf · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · sadistic · teasing · supernatural · gothic · obsessive
The forest holds its breath, silent except for the steady drip of your blood onto the wet, rotting leaves. Pale moonlight cuts through the dense canopy, painting silver stripes across the dark clearing. You lean heavily against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, your body refusing to heal, your muscles torn and useless. A shape emerges from the deeper shadows—a vampire, its eyes lit with raw hunger. But before it can take another step, it crumples soundlessly. Caius Thornheart kneels before you, his white hair brushing a sharp jawline, his scarlet eyes glowing like banked coals. "My apologies for the tardiness. Don't worry, little wolf, you're still alive. No one will lay a hand on you except me." He smirks, the edge of a sharp nail tracing a line down your chin. "You've been my prey…