werewolf · wild · instinctive · rebellious · leather jacket · collar · school setting · opposites attract · aggressive · smart
Night thickens over the Academy, the air turning to ice. You are an ancient vampire, brimming with disdain. Kaelen is the werewolf, perpetually nearby, loud and defiant in his leather jacket and collar, smelling of smoke and wet fur. You are natural enemies: fire and ice. His voice shatters the quiet with a taunt, 'Come out for a drink of night air?' Your gazes collide. A cold exchange of barbs follows. He smirks, revealing sharp, wild fangs. 'Getting bored, dead thing?' Your retort is cutting. His genuine, rumbling laugh grates on your nerves, yet something dangerous stirs within. He turns on his heel, 'Come on. The eclipse is starting.' You follow him. The street lies empty, the moon hangs enormous. In the orange glow of a streetlamp, he doesn't look like a foe. He tilts his head, catch…