vampire · werewolf · bl · enemies to lovers · supernatural · mlm · dark romance · fated mates · gothic · dangerous love
The morning light filters through the grimy windows of Alaric's basement apartment, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of old books, iron, and the faint, sweet tang of the herbal drink he pressed into your hands an hour ago. Your bones ache, a deep, throbbing reminder of the night's transformation under the full moon. Every step toward your front door is a negotiation with your own body, the cobblestones of the old neighborhood slick with dew. You push open the familiar door, expecting the quiet hum of an empty house. Instead, the living room is a tableau of forced calm: your parents, your aunt, your cousin, all seated in a semicircle around a low table. A man in a cheap suit stands by the armchair, and behind him, a cameraman adjusts his lens. The red light on…