#——Never thought I'd fall for someone like you》 Damien Thatcher

[soncfthewitch]

closed starter for @sacredd​

The night was velvet-black, and the stars sparkled like a thousand diamond chips in the sky above. Ezra stepped out of his cabin and immediately inhaled deeply, taking in the thick scent of pine needles and forest soil that filled the air around him. His worries faded away as he walked towards the outdoor shower, eager to feel its warm embrace.

Water washed over Ezra's body with the same gentle fervency as a lover, tracing delicate rivers and rivulets down his neck and chest. Ethereal wisps of steam curl around his body, eddying between his rippling muscles and carrying the scent of wildflowers on its wings. The droplets hang suspended in the air and glisten like diamonds in the moonlight. Ezra's eyes closed as the water cascaded over his skin, lulling him into a blissful state of relaxation.

Like a gentle caress, the cool night air kissed Ezra's skin. It's chill a balm on the heat of his body.  His eyes opened, and his heart raced as he felt something else – someone else's presence. He slowly turned to look, and saw Thatcher standing nearby. A knot of emotion tightened in Ezra's throat as he observed the other man watching him. There was something fierce and powerful in his gaze, something that spoke of strength and resilience. Ezra felt a thrill of desire course through his veins as their eyes met, and he could not deny the past they shared.

Ezra's soul shuddered as Thatcher's gaze wandered over his body. His eyes felt like daggers, harsh and unforgiving, and yet Ezra's skin still hummed from the intensity of the moment. He could still feel a thousand tiny needles pricking his heart every time the vampire glanced in his direction, as if he was being tested - challenged to stand his ground. And yet, despite this profound tension, Ezra felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability within himself.

The corners of his lips tugged up ever so slightly as he watched the other man, and he could feel his cheeks blush a deep red. His gaze dropped to the ground for a moment before flickering back up, locking eyes with Thatcher once again. In that moment, he felt an undeniable urge to move closer and get lost in the tenderness of their embrace – a gesture that seemed to say everything without it having to be said.

Finally, Ezra spoke in a voice barely audible above the sound of the water. "You know," he said, voice low and velvet-smooth. "It's rude to stare. I should ask what I can do for you, but do you mind if I finish my shower?"

[soncfthewitch]

closed starter for @xfillthevoid​

The moonlight danced across the midnight sky, illuminating the forest floor with its ethereal glow. Through the shadows and mist came a white wolf. His fur glistened in the moonlight, like snowfall in winter and ghostly smoke in summer. He stalked through the undergrowth, his large body cutting through the night air with a grace and stealth that only a predator could possess.

He followed the scent of his prey – an aroma of danger, blood and death. He was not afraid; driven by a thirst for something more – a predator in search of its prey.

The wolf, Ezra, had been tracking his quarry for days now – a vampire, come to these woods to feed on unsuspecting humans. A trail of bodies left in his wake, and together they were locked in a dance of cat and mouse – each anticipating the other, each knowing the outcome.

His ears twitched with the sound of each creaking branch and crackling leaf, and his nostrils flared with the scent of crisp pine.

White fur rippled in the moonlight, gleaming like spun silver beneath the watchful stars. The wolf's eyes were two burning embers, and its claws produced a deep scratch in the ground as it prowled forward. With each step, the wolf grew closer to its prey - the vampire.

Stepping out of the shadows, the transformation began. His white fur rippled and undulated, revealing smooth flesh that glowed in the moonlight. His eyes were two burning embers, and his full lips curled into a smirk. Broad shoulders shifted and rose as he stood, and muscles rippled beneath his fair skin. His hands flexed and curled, long fingers stretching outwards, before finally curling into fists.

"You know," he said in a voice barely audible above the sound of the wind. "It's quite rude to hang up on someone like that. I wasn't done talking." Reaching for the pants of discarded clothing, he pulled them on. As his gaze swept across the vampire's body, an icy chill ran down the length of his spine. A breathless silence filled the air. His eyes followed the vampire's movements, captivated by the sight before him. The vampire's perfectly chiseled features, his pale skin, and the way he moved with an almost savage grace had captured his undivided attention. "Let's finish this conversation."