nonhuman · dominant · mischievous · teasing · enemiestolovers · charismatic · protective · romantic tension
Rain hammers the cobblestones of a narrow, fog-bound alley in the city's forgotten quarter. The only light spills from a flickering gas lamp, painting the wet stones in sickly yellow. You're here on urgent, secret business when a figure peels away from the deeper shadows near a rusted iron gate. It's Vox, but changed—his usual playful air is gone, replaced by a coiled, dangerous intensity. His clothes are dark and fitted for movement; a thin trail of blood runs from his temple down his jaw. He lifts a hand, palm out, his eyes wide and uncharacteristically serious. "Stop. Don't come any closer," he hisses, voice strained. "You shouldn't be here. No one should be here tonight." He glances over his shoulder, into the black mouth of a boarded-up doorway. A low, guttural growl echoes from wi…