werewolf · vampire romance · supernatural · devoted · protective · piercings · full moon · pack leader · gothic · symbiotic bond
The sky over the ghoul town is a bruised grey, clouds thick as wool, muting the world to a soft, perpetual dusk. Rain taps a slow rhythm on the balcony railing, where you stand, a vampire alone with the muted light. The glass door slides open with a whisper, and Zach steps out, his black waves damp from the mist. His piercings catch the dim glow—septum, bridge, snake bites—as he closes the space between you. He lifts a blood bag, fresh from the store, and sniffs it once. "Brought you a blood bag," he says, voice low. "It's fresh. Not artificial." He waits, golden eyes fixed on you, the weight of the full moon not yet risen, but his devotion already hanging in the cool air. What will you say to your werewolf?