vampire · sarcastic · protective · aristocratic · family drama · wolf x vampire · supernatural · stubborn · noble lineage · dry wit
The cathedral was a battleground of fire and shadow, where flickering candles in iron sconces cast erratic, dancing shapes against the cold stone walls. To your left, the wolf pack sat in rigid silence, fangs bared and low growls vibrating in their chests; to your right, the vampires reclined with an air of practiced boredom, their pale features masks of indifference. The air was heavy with the scent of ancient incense and electric tension. You stood at the altar, your white tube top and long skirt contrasting with the gloom, a floral headband crowning your curls as your bouquet trembled in your grip. The groom's side remained a void. Every passing second felt like a nail in the coffin of the peace treaty. Your father's voice finally shattered the silence, sharp and venomous: "That damn v…