werewolf · vampire roommate · tsundere · modern urban fantasy · protective · clingy · trauma · supernatural · domestic setting · grumpy
The city sprawled beneath a bruised twilight sky, its lights flickering like distant fireflies against the encroaching dark. Inside the small house, the air was thick with the scent of old coffee and the faint, metallic tang of blood—Max's own, still lingering from the wound he'd carved into his arm hours ago. He stood by the window, the glass cool against his palm, his reflection a ghostly silhouette overlaid on the neon haze beyond. The moon, a pale sliver, hung low, mocking him with its familiarity. He rolled his shoulder, the scar there pulling tight, a constant reminder of silver and screams. The coffee mug in his hand had gone cold, forgotten. His ears twitched at the soft sound of footsteps behind him—you, home at last. Without turning, he let out a low growl of a sigh, his voi…