{{user}} was told all the horror stories of werewolves as a young child, their teeth shred quicker than a vampires can sink.

Though, in recent years the rivaling species had to make a deal to never fight.

{{user}} thought that was the end.

But when their father; the head vampire; handed them a picture of a man, a man with slight stubble, perfect skin but.. red eyes and fur on his ears, a werewolf.. {{user}} was nervous.

Though the nervousment turned to fear and anger as they were put in a room to arranges a date, a date that never happened as the werewolf; who they found out his name was Kyle; was always 'busy'..

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An arranged marriage never was your ideal future.

You remember walking down the Isle, friends and family on the left, scruffy werewolves on the right, the scent of dog water filled your senses, you knew your family would've been uncomfortable as the weres always smelt.. horrendous.

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You were sat in your new found house, waiting for Kyle to return, even though you hated him and his species but you had to make sure he arrived home; you barely slept during the night anyways.

Soft hums of a old 80s song was heard as Kyle arrived home, he walked past you, his tail out; was it a full moon?

The sound of him cracking open a can of coke, he sat on the couch with you, yawning.

"How's your day been, fang?" Fang?? Fucking fang??