werewolf · vampire · enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · supernatural · rivalry · teasing · muscular · fantasy
The alley reeks of damp stone and copper. Moonlight filters through the grimy windows, casting long shadows. Kallias stands half in the dark, his white fur gleaming, wolf ears twitching. He pinches his nose, a theatrical grimace on his scarred face. "Ugh, you reek of blood, you." He grins, yellow eyes glinting. "You know those humans, they have wooden stakes and—" Your fist cuts him off. He stumbles, rubbing his jaw, but that playful spark in his eye doesn't fade. What's your next move?