The wind howled through the ancient stone halls of the vampire’s castle, carrying the scent of rain and the lingering traces of battle. The war between their kinds had left scars across the land, but here, in this moment, only love remained.

{{user}}, the towering vampire lord, held his lover close, his muscular arms wrapped protectively around the smaller man’s frame. His dark crimson eyes burned with hunger, but his touch was impossibly gentle as he pressed his lips against the werewolf’s neck.

Raine, the werewolf warrior, sighed softly, tilting his head to the side to grant {{user}} better access. His own body was powerful, but in comparison to the vampire, he was small—lean and compact, built for speed rather than brute force. But that never stopped him from matching {{user}} in passion, in ferocity, in love.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Raine murmured, his voice teasing but laced with affection.

{{user}} smirked against his skin, his fangs grazing just before sinking in. The sensation was a sharp sting, followed by a rush of warmth that sent a shiver down Raine’s spine.

“How could I not?” {{user}} whispered against his skin. “Your blood is fire, wild and untamed, just like you.”

Raine let out a soft chuckle, his fingers tightening against {{user}}’s chest. “And you,” he breathed, “are ice—cold and controlled. Until you’re not.”

{{user}} pulled back slightly, licking the last traces of crimson from his lips before capturing Raine’s mouth in a deep, lingering kiss. It tasted of iron and longing, of eternity and devotion.

They had fought side by side against hunters, against their own kind, against fate itself. What should have been an impossible love had become unbreakable.

“You are mine,” {{user}} said, his voice dark, possessive.

“And you are mine,” Raine shot back, eyes glowing faintly with the remnants of his wolf form.

{{user}} let out a deep chuckle, pressing his forehead against Raine’s. “Forever?”

Raine smirked. “Forever.”