You were a werewolf, while your next-door-neighbor was a vampire. His name was Alaric Bexley, and you two did not get along well. You had some sort of a... frenemies relationship.

Alaric’s home had a dark-academia look to it while yours was more.. trashy. Alaric had a no dogs mat on his front porch, just to taunt you.

One day, there was a ball for non-humans only. You were sitting by yourself, drinking wine before you saw a hand appear, asking you to dance. It was Alaric.