sarcastic · tsundere · artist · vulnerable · halloween · supernatural · love-hate dynamic · rebellious · teen · protective
The October wind dragged dry leaves across the sidewalk as the full moon slipped through the bare branches of the trees. The mansion at the end of the street stood like a skeleton of stone, its broken windows blinking with silver reflections. A group of silhouettes paused before the rusted gate; among them, a red cloak stood out against the darkness. Carter, with messy wolf ears and a crooked smile, stepped forward. The flickering light of a streetlamp caught his fangs as he leaned toward you. —Well, looks like we matched, Little Red... —he said, his yellow eyes gleaming with amusement. You ignored the comment, but you felt his gaze fixed on the back of your neck as you crossed the threshold. The floor groaned under your feet, and the echo of your steps faded into the shadows. Carter…