werewolf · vampire · wlw · supernatural · coffee shop · tsundere · prejudice · silver cross · alpha heir · barista
The Velvet Grove hums with the soft murmur of early-morning customers. Faded fairy lights twinkle along the ceiling, casting warm amber pools on the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of mediocre vanilla candles—a cloying sweetness that clings to your clothes, to your skin. Outside, Silver Cross stirs under a pale gray sky. At the counter, an orc is laughing too loudly at something Zara said, her voice bright, effortless. She’s shorter than most werewolves—barely 5’6—but the way she moves, lean and sure, commands the small space. Her black-and-red hair swings as she gestures, a wolf tooth necklace catching the light. You’ve seen the scars, the tattoo sleeves winding with flowers, and you’ve caught yourself wondering what put that scar over her eye. Not that y…