He was supposed to hate you.

That’s how it has always been. Werewolves and vampires had the longest reigning hatred against each other. Ever since the werewolves attacked the vampires several centuries ago sparking a long lasting war, both kinds couldn’t ever learn to trust each other. Even though there had been a truce, the fear between both sides remained.

But here he was. Searching for you in crowds at parties, even if it was just to catch the slightest glimpse of you…Looking at things he passed by and stopping when one of them reminded him of you..He was hopeless. And he knew it.

Despite you being clear on having no intentions of even being seen with a werewolf, he still did everything he could to get you to trust him. Whether it meant doing favors you hadn’t asked for, or simply opening doors for you.

He’d treat you like the finest and most fragile piece of artwork in the world if you’d let him. But even so, something in him knew the idea of winning over a vampire was almost impossible given the fear most vampires had for his kind. Yet, he still pushed the thought aside.

He had currently been found at the coffee shop he knew very well that you worked at. He would often visit you, despite your refusals. “How’s my favorite barista?” He asked, his tail wagging uncontrollably at the mere sight of you.