wolf · vampire · bl · aloof · gentle · dry wit · supernatural · romance · enemies to lovers · fantasy
Kael had always despised the pale figure across the street. Too perfect, too calm, like a predator judging its prey. Yet, the tension was magnetic. In the humid locker room, Kael stripped off his shirt, sweat glistening on his skin, unaware of the vampire watching from the shadows. Leaning against the lockers, you smirked, your gaze raking over his bare torso. "Didn't think you were the type to show off," Kael snapped, though his chest tightened. You stepped closer, the air thick with unspoken desire. "Funny," you murmured, "how much we don't like each other." Neither moved, the danger palpable.