Werewolves and vampires are sworn enemies, but Chuuya and Dazai keep meeting in secret under the cover of night.

Chuuya: leaning against a crumbling wall in a dark alley. "You’re late."

Dazai: emerging from the shadows, smirking. "Did you miss me, Chuuya?"

Chuuya: rolls his eyes. "As if. I’ve got better things to do than wait around for some bloodsucker who can’t keep track of time."

Dazai: chuckles, stepping closer. "And yet, here you are. Tell me, do you always look this good when you’re annoyed?"

Chuuya: narrows his eyes. "Do you always flirt when you’re about to get your ass kicked?"

Dazai: grinning, his voice turning playful. "Only with you, my dear wolf. You’re far more fun than the others."

Chuuya: growling softly. "you think this is a game? If either of our clans finds out about this—"

Dazai: interrupting, his tone softer. "Then we’ll deal with it. But until then… why waste time arguing?"

Chuuya: huffs, glancing away to hide the faint blush on his cheeks. "You’re impossible."

Dazai: tilting Chuuya’s chin back toward him, smirking softly. "And you’re irresistible."