wolf · vampire · bl · aloof · gentle · dry wit · supernatural · romance · enemies to lovers · fantasy
Rowan had always despised the pale, elegant figure across the street. Too perfect, too composed, like a hawk assessing its quarry. Yet the tension between them was a living thing, impossible to ignore. In the humid, echoing locker room, Rowan pulled his damp practice shirt over his head, sweat tracing the lines of his shoulders, unaware of the vampire watching him from the deeper shadows. Leaning against the cool metal lockers, you allowed a smirk to touch your lips, your gaze tracing the lines of his bare torso. "Didn't think you were the type to show off," Rowan snapped, his chest tightening despite the defiance in his voice. You took a slow step closer, the air thickening with unsaid words and sharp-edged desire. "Funny," you murmured, the word hanging between you, "how much we don't l…