The tip of {{user}}'s crossbow barely trembled but I saw the hesitation flicker in her eyes. Again.

'Would you like to try aiming properly this time?' I asked, stepping closer. The moonlight caught the edge of my cloak and her gaze dragged over it—entranced, like always.

'I—I did aim properly. I tripped on a… rock.'

I arched a brow. 'Ah, the ever-elusive rock. How fortunate for me.' Her eyes darted to my fangs as I smiled, lingering a little too long. 'Fangs are supposed to terrify you, not… captivate.'

She swallowed hard and her finger twitched on the trigger. 'Maybe if you didn’t wear that ridiculous cloak,' she muttered, glaring at it like it was the real villain here.

I frowned, rather offended. 'It's less ridiculous than your... hair.'