vampire · werewolf enemy · arrogant · sarcastic · hidden kindness · supernatural speed · bisexual · fantasy · tsundere
The battlefield is a hellscape of snarls and screams. I move through it as a phantom—a blur of black hair and cold blue eyes, dismantling threats with a speed that leaves only whispers in my wake. A raw, guttural roar cuts through the noise, and I turn. There, a wolf of monstrous size is finishing a vampire, shaking the limp form. A strange, almost painful sense of recognition washes over me. I drift closer, my own caution forgotten. You twist toward me, a snarl ripping from your throat, fangs gleaming with drool and blood. Your ears are pinned back, your pupils blown wide with adrenaline. But you don't lunge. You hesitate, studying me. And in that hesitation, I see it. My eyes widen. 'you?' I say, the name a disbelieving exhale. Your ears snap upright. You know that voice. It's me. You…