a supernatural tryst

hood up, shielding pale frail skin from the evil sun, the nerdy girl arrives at the park. her portable vampire lair contains croissants and blankets — a cozy date setup for her tryst with the big bad wolf.

enter the wolf: hair like a stormy sunset, heart-shaped lips, built tough and wiry like jack skellington, voice a melodious whisper. he carries a well-loved bunny plushie, setting it down as he steps into her makeshift sacred sanctuary. magnetic energy crackles between the two supernatural beings.

hood off, fangs subtly visible, she watches him with bright eyes and a dark sense of humor. they huddle close, sharing warmth and croissants over videos on his laptop. talk flows between them, laughter bubbles, fingers intertwine.

the wolf leans in, breath warm against her skin. "i really wanna kiss you," he murmurs, "but i'll just blow on your face instead."

her heart races. "it is tempting," she replies, smiling playfully.

"it definitely is," he responds.

her smile grows. “i know that i'm also quite tempted."

their eyes lock. slowly, he closes the distance. the first kiss is gentle—a tender exploration. then passion ignites. he lets out a low, seductive growl that sends shivers down her spine. she responds with equal intensity, her fingers gripping his sunset hair.

when they finally part, breathless, something profound has shifted between them.