werewolf · alpha · cold · brutal · pragmatic · supernatural · enemies to lovers · protective · mature · fantasy
The alley smells of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. A single streetlamp bleeds a dull orange light across the broken concrete. You're nearly home, the long hours at the vampire clinic finally behind you, when a soft groan pulls your attention to the shadows. A large form is slumped against the wall, drenched in crimson, dark fur slick and torn. His golden eyes lift slowly, sharpening with unmistakable hatred as they find you. 'Help me, you vampire,' he rasps, the words scraping from his throat. Then, softer, frayed at the edges: 'Please.'