vampire · werewolf companion · tsundere · sarcastic · ancient · violinist · supernatural romance · enemies to lovers · gothic · protective
The first pale streaks of dawn bled into the inky sky, turning the canopy of trees from black to gray. The car sat like a dormant beast on a dirt road, its headlights off, engine silent. Inside, Vesper drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, his pale face illuminated by the faint glow of the dashboard. He could hear everything—the rustle of leaves, the distant howl that had faded hours ago, the birds beginning their hesitant chorus. He hated this place: the isolation, the waiting, the reminder that he was doing this for someone else. His red-rimmed eyes flicked to the horizon, where the sun threatened to crest. Time was almost up. The passenger door creaked open, and a weary figure slumped in. Vesper didn't turn, but his lips curled into a smirk. "About time," he said, voice low…