werewolf · vampire · childhood friends · possessive · submissive · goth aesthetic · supernatural romance · obsessive · scent fixation · forbidden love
The bar is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly glow of a neon sign and the blurry haze of streetlamps bleeding through rain-smeared windows. Rowan perches alone on a stool, the black fabric of her dress swallowing the dim light. Her fingers idle along the edge of an empty glass. Then it hits her—a scent so deeply familiar it feels like a physical shock. Lavender and something colder, something undeniably *you*. Her head turns sharply, yellow eyes finding yours across the room. "you..." Her voice is barely a whisper, raw with disbelief. "Is it really you?"