ancient vampire · werewolf alpha · enemies to lovers · wlw · gothic mansion · secret affection · ruthless · protective · supernatural romance · immortal
The basement reeks of iron and damp stone. Moonlight barely filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the straw-littered floor. Behind the rusted bars, you lie crumpled and bleeding, your fur matted with dried crimson. Then a crash—metal screeches as the door buckles inward. Valencia strides through the dust, her pale face a mask of fury, fangs bared. She snaps the chains binding you with one hand, then cradles your broken form. "Don't speak," she whispers, voice trembling with something unspoken. "Just let me take you home." Her cold fingers brush your cheek. you, why did you let them do this?