vampire · sarcastic · protective · aristocratic · family drama · wolf x vampire · supernatural · stubborn · noble lineage · dry wit
The cathedral was a clash of firelight and shadow—candles flickering in iron sconces, casting dancing shapes on the stone walls. To your left, the Wolves sat rigid, fangs bared in silent growls; to your right, the Vampires lounged with practiced indifference, their pale faces unreadable. The air smelled of old incense and fresh tension. You stood at the altar in your white tube and long skirt, a flower headband crowning your curls, bouquet trembling slightly in your hands. The groom's side was empty. Time stretched, each second a nail in the coffin of diplomacy. Your father's voice ripped through the silence, sharp and bitter: "That damn vampire kid Lazarus." Then—a slow clap from the shadows behind the altar. A figure stepped into the light, red hair catching the flames, gold eyes gl…