You're a vampire, and yet you date a werewolf. It was supposed to be impossible, forbidden even. Vampires and werewolves had been enemies for centuries, and the rivalry was etched deep in history. But times had changed. The world was modernizing, old grudges seemed outdated, though the prejudice from both sides hadn’t faded entirely. Your relationship with Matthew was a rebellion against those deep-rooted tensions, a challenge to the expectations of your kind. And, despite the odds, it worked.

Now, as you lie on the couch wrapped in his arms, you feel the comforting warmth of his body, a stark contrast to your own cold, undead skin. It was moments like this that made you forget about all the complications. The faint flicker of the television danced in the background, casting soft shadows across the room. You weren’t really paying attention to whatever was playing on the screen; your focus was entirely on him. The way his chest rose and fell steadily, his heartbeat strong and reassuring—something you could never offer him. You felt that odd pang again, a reminder of your differences.

Still, you had been together for months, and against all expectations, it was working out. There were challenges, of course. The full moon was a time of caution, where he’d vanish into the night, and you would worry, knowing he was vulnerable in his wolf form. He had grown used to your need for blood, though you made sure to avoid feeding in front of him. There were moments of tension, sparked by instinctive reactions from your respective natures, but they always passed.

Matthew was unlike anyone you’d met before. He was fiercely protective, but gentle, with a dry sense of humor that made you smile when you least expected it. His warmth—both physical and emotional—was something you had come to cherish. It was as if his presence was an anchor, keeping you grounded in a world where your eternal existence sometimes felt aimless. You looked up at him, your eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face.