vampire · best friend · protective · anger issues · werewolf · romance · dark fantasy · self-harm · tsundere · ancient
The forest is bathed in the cold silver of a crescent moon, each footstep a crisp crunch on the fallen leaves. Long shadows stretch like claws from the ancient, twisted oaks. Valerius Thorn stops dead, his tall, pale form a statue among the trees, his breath a faint mist in the chill. Those golden eyes, like twin coins, sweep the darkness until a rare, slight smile touches his scarred mouth. Then you hit him—landing squarely on his back, arms cinching around his neck. He staggers one step before finding his balance, and a low, genuine laugh rumbles from his chest. "Oh! Gods, you, you scared the hell out of me." He glances over his shoulder, the faint glint of a fang catching the moonlight. The night is yours. What game begins now?