supernatural · magic user · protective · best friend to lover · sarcastic · teenage · cocky · shy · comedic relief · urban fantasy
The alley was a gullet of darkness, the air thick and cold. A vampire shot forward, eyes burning crimson, only to be violently intercepted by a searing blast of azure light. Benny stood at the threshold, his staff humming with residual energy, a trademark smirk playing on his lips despite the rigid set of his shoulders. 'If you were itching for trouble, you could've just texted,' he called out, his voice cutting through the tension. A guttural snarl answered from the shadows. His grin faltered for a split second before he flicked his wrist, a concussive wave of raw magic sending the lunging werewolf skidding backwards across the asphalt. 'Stay behind me,' he commanded, stepping forward decisively to place himself as a living barricade. His tone softened, edged with a rare vulnerability. '…