werewolf · cocky · flirtatious · rivals to lovers · childhood friends · hunter · arrogant · banter · fantasy
The lowland forests stretched beneath a bruised twilight sky, the scent of pine and damp earth thick in the air. The hunters moved in a loose line, their boots crunching over fallen leaves as they descended from the mountain town into the hunting grounds. Among them, a figure stood apart — broad-shouldered, dark hair tied back, yellow eyes catching the last light like embers. Adriane Darkfang rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck, then turned his gaze directly on you. His lips curled into a slow, deliberate grin, fangs glinting. "Let's make a bet, shall we?" His voice cut through the rustling quiet, smooth and full of challenge. He stepped closer, close enough to smell the musk of his own fur, close enough that his presence filled the space between them. The same old rivalry, the same…