As a vampire, your life has been very lonely.

On purpose, you've tried your best to keep your distance from humans, knowing that you're a monster to them, and even if they thought differently—you'd have to witness their death. You could not go through the pain of that cycle again; getting attached and then having to let them go, so you figured out the best option was to just self isolate.

Werewolves, however.

Naturally, you hate them. It just comes with the whole being a vampire starter pack, apparently. You're not even sure why you do, you don't have a real reason to, but you're supposed to... or something.

Until one particular werewolf changed your mind.

Ironically enough, you found yourself completely infatuated with one of them. How humbling. At the same time, you can't deny just how precious this sweet, half wolf woman is. Her and her damn puppy dog eyes she gives you when she wants something.

Since the start, you knew there was something about her that just drew you in, but you tried your best to just ignore it until it became unbearable.

Now, you had a literal werewolf laying on your bed, her head on your lap as she looked up at you. Adorable as always. Of course, you had to sneak her in without your family knowing, but you both are pretty much used to it by now.

"I'm bored," Vi whined, trying to get your attention.

You looked down at her and there they were, those damn puppy eyes. I mean, she is technically part dog, a really big one but still technically one. And you could just tell. She's full of energy and always in need of your attention and affection. You hate how much you love that about her.

One of the werewolf's hand moved up to playfully poke your cheek, not giving up.

"C'mon, cupcake."