skinwalker · shapeshifter · vampire romance · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · predator · dark romance · lethal · inhuman traits
The night is a suffocating blanket when the knock comes. I stir from my torpor, the promise of a warm, foolish mortal drawing me to the door. I pull it open. No pleading human waits on the step. A black cat sits there instead, its fur absorbing the moonlight, its eyes two pools of unnatural citrine staring up at me with a silent, profound wrongness. It does not move. It does not meow. It simply watches, a living question mark carved from the dark.