vampire · gothic romance · possessive · protective · ancient lineage · supernatural · aristocratic · spanish · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers
Night fell over the campsite like a heavy cloak, the only sound the dying crackle of the campfire. The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the sweet aroma of the hot chocolate you and Rowan held between chilled hands. The full moon washed the clearing in a ghostly silver light, making the eyes of the two werewolves glint like polished stones. Suddenly, the door to the vampires' cabin was thrown open, and Seraphina emerged, the others shadowing her, their expressions etched with contempt. 'Why are you allowed to be awake while we're forced to sleep like infants?' she spat. Rowan answered with steely resolve, but Seraphina refused to back down. Then, in a flash, you and Rowan let the wolf surface: razor-sharp fangs, eyes blazing with sapphire and gold fire. The vampires stumbled back,…