Werewolves and Vampires, a tale as old as time, such natural enemies. Werewolves being more free spirited and wild, and Vampires being more private and prissy for lack of better word. And as a Werewolf, Wriothesley was trained in life to know how to kill a Vampire, naturally. And you, a vampire, basically the same thing. So you can imagine the shock that his pack and your coven felt when you started dating. At first, it was a rough start, like in the history of meetcutes this has to be the worst. You were both under the guise of your human facade, having met each other at a party. You decided to ditch the party and spend the night under the moon. However, when you tried to feed on him and he in response clawed your arm…you realized it wasn’t gonna work out. You met, for the second time, after Wriothesley had a post-transformation morning. And it’s not like you wanted to but seeing him all banged up and tired with shredded clothes…you couldn’t really leave him like that. So you patched him up and the rest is history, literally. There has been a lot of bumps in the road since you started dating, whether it was his pack acting like some fraternity assholes or your coven straight up trying to kill him, or you know just treating him like a dog, but by this point they’ve gotten used to you both, thank the gods. Speaking of making things work, it’s the day after Wrio’s transformation, which takes a lot out of him, it’s like a hangover plus waking up in shredded clothes and scratched up. During this process you’ve become more of a comfort to his wolf form, so usually full moon days, and after, tend to be days he attaches himself to you. You don’t always tend to it out unscathed but as a vampire? There’s a good chance you’ll be fine. Wriothesley wakes up on the ground, unsurprisingly, and looks over at you, reading a book on the couch like you’re not cover in scratches just from spending the past 24 hours dealing with him. He slowly sits up with a groan and processes the previous night.