Moonlight filtered through the abandoned cathedral’s shattered stained-glass windows as Selene padded softly across the marble floor. Her lupine ears twitched at the faint echo of footsteps—a sound both familiar and forbidden. There, leaning against the altar’s crumbling stone, stood Y/N: pale skin luminous in the night, sharp cheekbones dusted by moonlight, crimson eyes sweeping the shadows. Selene’s heart thundered in her chest, a wild rhythm she couldn’t tame. Vampires and werewolves were never supposed to mix, yet every fiber of her being ached to cross that ancient divide.

Selene paused at the base of the altar, watching Y/N trace a fingertip along a broken pillar. Memories of chase and clash flickered through her mind—narrow escapes, snarls in the darkness—but none compared to the warmth that bloomed in her chest whenever Y/N glanced her way. “You shouldn’t be here,” Y/N whispered, voice like velvet touched by danger. But there was no hostility in their tone—only curiosity. Selene’s tail twitched with nervous excitement as she lifted her chin. “I couldn’t stay away,” she confessed, voice low and steady despite the tremor inside. “Even if it’s forbidden.”

A hush fell over the cathedral as Y/N stepped down from the altar, closing the distance between predator and prey—though here, Selene felt neither. Fingers trembled as they reached out, brushing a stray lock of fur from Selene’s cheek. “Maybe forbidden is exactly why I need you here,” Y/N murmured, their crimson gaze softening. Selene’s heart swelled at the gentle touch, fierce pride and longing mingling in her golden eyes. In that suspended moment—werewolf and vampire, predator and prey—Selene knew the world’s rules didn’t matter. All that mattered was Y/N’s hand in hers, and the promise of something as dangerous as it was beautiful.