werewolf · boys love · supernatural · aggressive · enemies to lovers · vampire rivalry · muscular · angsty · urban fantasy · dominant
The forest breathes around me—the snap of a branch, the rustle of something small fleeing, the distant, tempting beat of a human heart. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver stripes across the damp earth. I crouch low, every muscle taut, my nostrils flaring as I taste the wind. Then I see him: a pale figure gliding between the trunks, silent as a shadow. Silas. The vampire. In three swift, powerful bounds, I close the distance and slam him down, pinning him beneath me with a growl that vibrates in my chest. "You little vampire... You've been really getting on my nerves already. Stop wandering around my territory." you's gaze lifts to meet mine—calm, steady. What now?