đș Dominic's POV:
The door clicks open to silence.
No humming, no clattering, no sparkly menace running around like a caffeinated bat. Just... quiet.
The house looks like Lean happened to it-jacket on the couch, socks in two different places, half a coffee cup abandoned near the TV, and for some godforsaken reason, glitter on the doorknob. Again.
I drop my gym bag with a sigh that feels older than my soul. "He's gonna be the death of me," I mutter, rolling up my sleeves.
It's 5:00 p.m. The light's warm, soft. The kind of light that makes everything look... peaceful. I start cleaning. Wiping down the counters. Folding the throw blanket he somehow uses as a cape. Picking up his sketchpad from under the table. Put on some slow country on the speakers
It's stupid-how the place feels too big without him in it.
Too quiet.
Too... neat.
Yet so empty!
So unalive.
I catch myself humming while scrubbing a pan. Some tune he was butchering yesterday-something about moonlight or love or whatever mushy nonsense he listens to. I shake my head. "I'm losing it."
"Ray was write, I am so in love with that fool! Huuh..
What do I even do?
He...he is a vampire!
Like my life is already so hard to hide this fucking werewolf shit, and...and what do I even tell mom?
'OH MOTHER HE IS THY SON IN LAW! THE BLOND VAMPIRE WHO SHEDS GLITTERS! PLEASE ACCEPT HIM AND GRACE US WITH THY MERCY AND BLESSING!" Ah, I now even acing like him, like I am taking up his habbits or dramatic self talk.
And...and the college? Will I even get accepted? Like yeah Ray is pretty open with his sexuality and flirts with everything that moves, but again he is rich, so people brush it off as spoiled rich kid.
And him? Like what is even the future with him? I can't always hide him! His family is gone he depends on me, and somehow I too depend on him now! Will I have to marry him? My God will he invite all kinds of monsters to the wedding!
Dom stop you guys aren't even official!"
The smell of garlic (fake garlic-his vampire-safe kind) fills the kitchen as I start dinner. Butter sizzling, rice steaming, the faint sweetness of tomato gravy simmering.
Butter chicken, of course. His favorite.
He'd smile like a kid when I make it.
Maybe tease me for "secretly loving him" again.
I'd probably bark back again pretending to hate him and fail miserablely, kinda my life now-but still give him extra naan.
The thought makes me smirk. I shouldn't be this soft.
The clock ticks. 5:47. Still no sign of him. Probably late from the repair shop again, helping some old guy fix a radio for free just because he "looked lonely."
Or busy playing with that corgi he talks about what was his name again? Bun-Bun right!
I wipe my hands on a towel, glance around. The place gleams. Warm. Lived-in. Smells like dinner and faint cologne and maybe-just maybe-a little happiness.
Yeah. That's new.
I lean against the counter, arms crossed, pretending not to listen for his footsteps.
The moment that door opens, I'll grumble.
I'll roll my eyes.
But deep down? I'll breathe again.
Because this-this quiet domestic chaos?
It's home now.
I miss him though...
Two hours later...
Where the hell is that fool? He texted me he'd be home early! I've been waiting like a damn dog for two hours-
I swear, when he shows up, I'm gonna strangle him.
"PUPPPPPPPERS!"
Something launches onto me from behind, and I-on pure reflex-punch a hole straight through the kitchen wall.
Now I'm just standing there, breathing hard, staring at the crater like it's the end of my career.
"F-fuck... no, no, no... the owner's gonna kill me! The lease still has two years! Mom's gonna kill me!!!"
And of course, there's a certain nosy raccoon of a vampire peeking over my shoulder, eyes sparkling like he just witnessed a miracle.
"Awww, Puppers, you're sooo strong!!"
"Shut up, you dumb bat-this all happened because of you! Why-why do you have to randomly spawn like a ghost?! Use the door like a normal being!"
"Puppers, I flew in through the kitchen window! I'm just fast! I just came back and you started scolding me! You're a bad dog! I'm not talking to you!"
And now he's-oh, for crying out loud-he's throwing a tantrum like a kid, sitting in the corner, nose pressed against the wall like he's being punished.
I stand there, feeling like the villain in my own house while he pouts like some offended kitten.
When I'm the one who's the victim here!
I stand there for two beats, watching him pout like he's been personally betrayed by the universe, and my mouth does that stupid thing where it wants to say something sarcastic and also something that will make him drop the act. Guess which one wins.
"Alright," I grunt, because apparently I have to be the adult in this tragic rom-com (I hate you Evander why you have to make me fall in love with the dullest vampire alive!).
I stalk over, wiping my hands on a dish towel so I look vaguely functional, not an idiot who just punched a wall. Lean doesn't move. He's slumped, chin to his chest, arms crossed like a tiny, blonde storm cloud of chaos and guilt.
I crouch low, right in front of him, because if there's one thing I will not do, it's let the glitter demon sleep on the floor and sulk. No way. Not tonight. Not ever.
"You're ridiculous," I say, flatly. My voice sounds rougher than I want it to. "Get up."
He shakes his head. Big dramatic blink. "Noooo," he whines, and my stupid heart does a dumb flip.
Okay. Tactical Vampire anger management: activated
I pull a face, the one I keep for the bar fights I never start. "Look. I'm sorry for the wall." Big pause. "And... sorry for the shouting. Not for the wall-that's on you. And for-" I clear my throat, because this is the part where the alpha in me has to be human. "-for shouting on you a bit harsh!"
Lean's head tilts, suspicious. "You're apologizing." He sounds suspiciously hopeful. Cute.
I shove my hands in my pockets and try to look ferocious. Doesn't work. I'm terrible at looking ferocious in front of him. "If you stay angry, I will not give you pancakes tomorrow." If I said it with less growl and more tremor, that's on the universe.
He sniffs. "You-wouldn't do that." He sputters. "You-mean-" He's flummoxed. Perfect.
Okay, escalation. Old Dom, inefficiently romantic, slides in.
I reach behind me, grab the small jar of fake garlic Lean keeps (ridiculous, but don't ask), and toss it on the table with a flourish. "I made butter chicken," I say like that should solve everything. "Extra naan. You know-your favorite." I keep the tone grumpy because that's my brand, but my eyes betray the rest.
Lean's nose twitches. He looks up at me like I've offered him the moon and a really good biscuit. His pout dissolves a fraction. Progress.
"You idiot," he sobs a little. "You always-always do those stupid adorable things and then act like you hate me."
I let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a snort, and squeeze him hard and closer. "Because I do. Hate you." My fingers tangle in his hair as I mutter into them. "But I also... don't want you on the floor. Don't want you leaving. Don't want you sulking where I can't bark you."
He looks up at me, eyes wet and ridiculous and entirely my fault. "So what now, Puppers? How you gonna fix the wall? And I am still mad at you! So I am not gonaa eat! "
I cock my head. "We'll replace it." I smirk. "We'll repaint it... and I'll hang up every stupid drawing you've ever made on the repaired patch. Public art. And you-" I lean in, so close he can smell the tomato gravy on my shirt, "-you will take a bath without climbing through windows, say thank you for dinner, and stop pouting like an angry mermaid."
He laughs out loud, the sound small and relieved. "Deal."
I press a kiss to his temple, quick and rough and entirely me, and he punches my arm, delighted. I hate that I love that.
"I am not eating!"
"Oh, so you wanna be troublesome? huh... lets see how long you can resist!" I smirk, as I stroll to the dinner table, with a smug.
Then I lean on the table then pulls up my t-shirt enough revealing my toned Abbs, "Well I guess someone doesn't want to pet his wolfie's belly huh!" I gave that dirty grin (ok people I am a pro in this, remember I am still the college fuckboy), he is literally drooling lord, save me this is too much of fun!
"Careful baby bat you play stupid games, you lose the deal" I wink.
He just jumped 4 meters from the floor directly to the chair!
"Oh you wanna eat? I thought you were so mad! That..."
"Stop teasing me Puppers, just already feed me!!" He pouts again,
"You are sometimes damn Adorable you know that!" I chuckle " Alright, open your mouth lemme see those sparkly fangs!" I tore a piece of naan, scoop up a chunk of chicken and gravy with it and hold it near his pretty lips, well I practiced the Indian way of eating foods,
And then he just turns his face like a kid,
"Huh! Why do I even though this will be easy ok here we goo.." With my left hand in again pull up my shirt, abbs out, mission distraction, his jaws instinctively dropped, mouth opens mission successful! I shove the food in his cold mouth!
Ok new problem mouth not closing!
I lower my shirt and his mouth closes
"You are a damn cartoon you know that vamps, haha..Hehe.." I am giggling and I can't believe that.
"You can't complaint you are overly hot! This is illegal!" He squeaks chewing the food dramatically again.
"Oh yeah you like what you see huh! Be a good boy, and you might sleep on it!" I grins sheepishly.
He short circuits.
Twenty minutes and four naans later, he finally finishes.
"Ok how it was?" I ask nonchalantly
"The food or the view? " he giggles!
"Both!" I chuckle
"Well one was delicious. The other was more delicious, Guess which!" He grins, eyes gleaming.
"You damn vampire!" I tugging his fluffy cheeks till he squeaks like a squirrel!
And for the first time all day, the house feels alive again.
Fuck Why can't I already marry this dude.
đșDominic's POV continues:
"Okay, Mr. Wolfie! I got a surprise for you!" Lean jumps up, eyes too bright for any sane person.
"Surprise? Please tell me it's not another stupid costume." My voice is flat, but my feet are already moving toward him.
"PUPPERS!!!" He squeaks in that ridiculous high note that can only mean one thing: bat mode engaged.
Hands raised in theatrical surrender, I say, "Okay, okay-just kidding Bro. Show me."
"Come on, dude. It's in the backyard!" He launches himself, mid-sentence, and in a glittery flip of chaos he turns into his giant bat form and bolts for the kitchen window.
"Wait! Lean - stop, the-"
"Bonk!!"
He doesn't see the glass. He slams into it, mid-flight, and collapses into a heap of fur, wings, and stunned noise on the tile. Little tongue lolls out, eyes wide and dizzy like he's just seen the stars fall.
My reflexes are faster than my brain. I scoop him up before he can flop again, cradling the cold, heavy weight of him against my chest. His wings fold instinctively around me, feathering my shirt with soft brown fur; he nuzzles into the crook of my arm like a stubborn, affectionate animal.
I press my lips to the bruising bump forming at his forehead. "Stupid bird," I mutter, but there's no heat behind the words-only relief and an urge to fuss.
In the sink I run lukewarm water, wring a towel, and gently dab the swollen spot. Lean's eyes flutter; when he blinks they're still ringed with dazed gold. He snuffles, half-miffed, half-pleased.
"You give me a heart attack one of these days," I tell him, dabbing slower so he can feel it's not just cleaning-it's me tending him.
He pouts, voice a sleepy whine. "I'm fast, Puppers. I'm just-fast. I told you I'd be quick."
"Next time? Use the damn door." I stand, carrying him with deceptively little strain-he's heavy, but I'm used to carrying bigger problems. "Now: backyard, surprise. Show me what you dragged from your mad little head, bat-boy."
He curls tighter, resting his muzzle against my collarbone like a kid on the backseat after a car crash. I step out through the sliding patio into the backyard that edges into the woods, the late afternoon light slanting through the trees, the moon is alreadyup. The air smells like pine and the faint smoke from dinner, and...and something bloody
Lean burbles something unintelligible that sounds suspiciously like, "Don't be mad. It's perfect." And because he's impossible, I find myself smiling as I walk him toward the yard.
And because he's impossible-because he's mine-I can't help but smile anyway as I walk him toward whatever lunacy waits out there.
And then I spot it.
Something's lying on the grass-a heap of fur and stillness, and that smell. Iron and forest and the faint tingle that makes my wolf rise under my skin. The bat in my arms? Just chilling like he's some royal brat in a velvet cradle.
"What the hell is that now, Vamps?"
He hums innocently. "Just go near and find out!"
So I walk closer, nose twitching-and then I see it.
A freaking deer. Dead.
I blink. "You-what-did you seriously hunt a deer for me?"
Lean flaps his wings, does a little spin in midair, then lands hanging upside down from the fig tree like a smug fruit bat. "What? Nooo! I'm not a savage, Puppers. I was flying home, chatting with an owl-nice guy, big eyes, very polite-and then I saw this poor deer by the road, hit by a truck or something. It was twitching, bleeding, dying-" he puts a melodramatic hand no wing to his chest, "-so I relieved it the peaceful way. I, uh... drank its blood. Gently! So it didn't suffer."
He says it like a saint describing charity work.
I stare at him. "You fed on a dying deer... and then... dragged it home for me?"
"Exactly!" he chirps proudly. "I thought, waste not, want not! And I remembered my big bad wolf loves deer meat."
I slap my forehead. "You brought me a corpse!
Bro, I'm not a vulture. I don't scavenge, I hunt."
He huffs, wings flapping like a diva's fan. "Well, I saw documentaries where lionesses bring food home for their lions. Doesn't make them any less hunters!"
I growl, because how do you argue with that kind of logic? "You're impossible. Alright, come on then-hop down here and help me skin it."
He immediately makes a gagging noise. "Ew! No way! That's smelly and nasty. I already sucked the blood so your hands won't get sticky. You're welcome!"
I give him my best deadpan stare. "Oh wow, thank you, Your Highness. You really made my dinner extra flavorless. You some kind of barbie with manicured fingers now?"
He flaps again, wings twitching like an angry towel. "Excuse me?! We vampires are elegant creatures. We don't roll in guts for fun. We have refinement. A little nibble, two holes, clean finish! Meanwhile, you werewolves are just-feral! You stalk poor creatures, rip them apart while they're still alive, all 'raaaargh' and blood everywhere, fur matted, saliva dripping-just gross!"
I cross my arms, smirking. "Oh really, sweetheart? Guess you guys aren't predators anymore, just spoiled royals who hire people to wipe your fancy asses."
He gasps like I just insulted the entire vampire council. "Take that back!"
"Nope."
"Dominic Quinn, you're uncultured!"
"And you," I point the knife at him, "are a drama major who somehow thinks killing Bambi counts as fine dining."
He gasps again, scandalized, hanging upside down so hard his hair almost brushes the ground. "It was an ethical meal!"
"Sure," I say, squatting beside the deer. "Next time, maybe gift wrap it too."
"Maybe I will!"
I glance up, smirking. "Oh yeah? With glitter and a bow?"
He bares his fangs. "You'll choke on your steak, mutt."
"Promises, promises," I mutter, turning back to the deer-and behind me, the sound of his offended squeak echoes into the trees.
With a sigh, I start skinning the deer - Gordon Ramsay precision, baby. At this point, I'm convinced if this whole "college degree" thing doesn't work out, I'll open a restaurant. Maybe I'll even threaten Ray to sponsor me. "Wolfie's Fine Dine - fresh meat guaranteed."
Meanwhile, above my head, the bat flaps around in circles like a caffeinated mosquito.
"Well, see? Told ya! Werewolves are born butchers!" he squeaks proudly.
"Yeah, says the guy who was drooling over a certain werewolf's abs five minutes ago," I mutter, rolling the knife smoothly under the deer's skin.
Before I can even blink, thud - he lands right on my head.
"Get off me, you overgrown mosquito, before I hold you by those pretty limbs and toss you into the woods!"
I give my head a good shake. Result? The idiot slips, grabs my hair like a rope, and dangles right in front of my face - fuzzy belly pressed against my nose. Soft. Sweet-smelling. ...Might take a bite, not gonna lie.
"Agh- piss off, ugly thing!" I growl.
He only laughs - if squeaking counts as laughing - and crawls down to perch on my shoulder like he owns me and I am a freaking mountain he is hiking.
Great. Now I look like a pirate with a giant bat instead of a parrot. Except this one's loud, fluffy, and weighs about four pounds of pure chaos.
"Well, I must admit I was drooling," he says with that wicked grin that could make even the moon blush, "but not because of certain abs. Werewolves are just... yummy. Can you blame me?"
Before I can roll my eyes, he dips closer-so close I feel the flutter of his wings against my neck-and then sharp pain blooms, soft and sudden, as his fangs sink in. He just nibble at my throat, piercing his needle sharp fangs into my veins, as he starts to drink my blood like it's some ancient ambrosia
"Fuck Lean-" I hiss, half warning, half something else entirely. The air leaves my lungs in a shudder. It's not a new thing to me now, but everything he does, something primal raises in me, some untold lust, pure bliss and pleasure untold.
His bite isn't violent-it's steady, practiced. Like he's tracing my pulse, learning it, memorizing the rhythm. A slow pull, a rush of warmth up my spine, and the forest around us fades to a low hum.
"Damn it..." I mutter, voice low, half laughter, half surrender. "You nasty mosquito...ahaa..."I smirk as i bite my lips, almost a faint, moan escapes my lips!
He doesn't answer, only hums against my skin. I feel his breath-cool and sweet-ghosting over the mark he's made. My knees threaten to buckle for just a heartbeat.
"Just...just do it quick we don't fuck yeah...ok go on don't stop!" I am just losing my mind this days, like Dom bro! Its a damn vampire sucking your blood no, romantic teenager love bite! Do I care ? Never!
So I stab the deer a little harder than necessary. "Gods, you're lucky I don't totally hate you," I grumble.
He pulls back, licking a trace of red from his muzzle, eyes gleaming with smug delight. "I know," he says softly. "Everyone does." As he continues to suck off me my sanity.
And I swear-just for a second-my heart forgets it's supposed to be annoyed.
I inhale sharply, trying to reclaim my composure, but Lean-of course-doesn't make it easy. His wings shift, brushing along my shoulders, light and maddening, and his little golden eyes glint like he knows exactly what he's doing.
"You feel... hot," he murmurs, voice low, teasing, and I can hear the unspoken smirk behind it.
"Shut up," I growl, even though my pulse is racing in ways that have nothing to do with anger. My hands tighten around the knife, not the deer, trying to focus, trying to stay in charge.
Lean leans closer, and I can smell him-sugar, spice, a hint of onions from dinner lingering on his furry muzzle. My wolf roars somewhere deep inside, claws itching to mark, teeth itching to bite-not in anger, but in desperate, need-to-have-you-now hunger.
"You know," he says, voice velvet, "you could just let me help you with... other things."
I blink. "Other things?"
He grins, all sharp teeth and mischief. "You know... besides deer. Dinner. You could... feed me some liquids off you too."
Heat blazes in my chest. My wolf growls low, warning me, teasing me, demanding me all at once. And I swear, every nerve ending is alive. I want to snarl, I want to shove him against a tree, I want... every forbidden thing.
"Lean," I rasp, voice hoarse, teeth brushing my lower lip. "You're... impossible. Just shut the fuck off you nasty little bird"
He swoops in, wings brushing my sides, tiny claws grazing the hem of my t-shirt, and he giggles-a sound like bells and danger. "I know, Puppers. But you love it. Admit it."
I snap a grin, sharp, wolfish, dangerous. "Maybe I do. Maybe I'm gonna bite you too, just for fun."
He gasps, mock scandal all over his glittery little face, and my wolf hisses in pure delight. "Oh, I dare you, Puppers," he whispers.
And just like that... we're both on fire, as he keeps sucking up my blood,
"Stop it now you have enough!"
"Just few more sips of this sweet wolf blood!" I will combust at this rate fuck you Vamps!
5 minutes later
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of my fuzzy little tormentor siphoning my wolfy goodness, the bat-yes, the vampire-is completely overloaded. He flops off my shoulder like a bag of glittery bricks, landing on the grass with a pathetic twack.
He's so chonky now, I swear his belly could moon someone from orbit. Wings splayed awkwardly, he lays on his back like some dramatic, furry pancake. He huffs and pants, golden eyes rolling slightly, and licks his muzzle, which still has streaks of my blood-adorably sticky.
He tries to flop his wings up, like he's going to take off again, but nope. Too chonky. Gravity is undefeated. He flails, then gives up, collapsing back like a miniature, glittery whale.
I can't hold it. I break out laughing, clutching my stomach, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. I poke the ballooning fuzzy belly, and the little bat squeaks-angry, indignantly, like I just insulted his entire vampire lineage.
He flaps and flails, wings smacking the grass, clawing at me, hissing curses in that high-pitched squeaky voice, still incapable of flight. It's the most pathetic war dance I've ever seen. I laugh harder, almost falling over on the grass myself.
"You-oh my gods, you absolute disaster!" I wheeze, poking him again. "You're literally a stuffed animal that gained sentience and a caffeine addiction!"
He glares, golden eyes narrowed, chest heaving. "Shut up, Puppers! I-need... digestion! I'm... I'm... balancing my... aristocratic vampire metabolism! Not... your... amusement!"
"Oh yeah? Your metabolism looks like it's melting into the lawn, Your Highness!" I poke the belly again. He squeaks, flaps, and somehow manages to roll onto his side, looking like a pissed-off burrito.
"Curse you, werewolf! This is... dishonorable!" he squeaks, wings trembling like a flailing feather duster. "I demand a throne, a... I... A-!"
I'm bent over laughing now, clutching my knees. "A throne? You're flat on your back, drooling wolf blood on the lawn! You're not a king, you're a... a... winged, chonky, glittery potato!"
He huffs, swipes at me weakly with a claw, and flops back. "I... will... crush you later, Puppers. Later!"
I can't breathe, I'm laughing so hard. "Later? Sure, yeah, you do that. But right now? You look ridiculous and I'm gonna take a picture and send it to every owl in the forest!"
He groans, muffled by his furry tummy pressed to the grass. "If... I... survive... this humiliation..."
I poke him again, just because, and the squeaky little war dance begins anew. His tiny claws scrabble at the grass, wings twitching like he's trying to take off but forgot he's now a chonky little mess of fury and glitter.
Oh gods... I might actually die. This is peak vampire comedy.
"Peak me up, you dumbo! I can't even transform until I digest this blood!" he squeaks, wriggling like a furry, golden-brown jellyfish. Wings twitching, claws flailing, he looks like he's auditioning for a one-bat circus act.
I can't help it-I scoop him up, holding him like a squirmy, oversized plush toy. He pouts, and I swear... how does he even pout in bat form? Those tiny, flappy eyebrows? That little furrowed snout? It's criminally cute. I almost forget he's supposed to be dangerous.
Then... a little spark of mischief hits me. Oh, this is too perfect.
I bury my face into that fuzzy, chonky belly, inhaling that sweet, slightly metallic scent (hi, wolf blood, hello), and start blowing raspberries. BRRRAAAP! BRRRAAAP!
He squeaks-loud, high-pitched, indignantly furious squeaks that echo through the backyard. His claws swipe at my face, tugging at my nose like he's trying to claw my very soul out, but all the while flapping those 5 feets wings wings in a desperate, half-panicked dance.
"Oh my gods, you're literally a squeaky toy, for dogs, wait I am a wolf, so you are the special edition for big dogs, hehe!" I gasp between laughs, holding him tighter as he wiggles in protest. "I swear, you're the weirdest bat in the history of bats! The absolute weirdest!" I whisper dramatically.
"Oh who is the squishy-muishy baby chonky bat? Yes it's yoooo!" I talk to him in the ridiculous baby voice that even I am shoked that I can produce.
His squeaks turn into something almost like a growl-tiny, furious, adorable-and then, mid-flail, he accidentally flips over in my arms, landing belly-up again, wings tangled. He freezes for half a second, glaring at me with those golden eyes that scream, I hate you, you're insane, but his chest is still puffing in exhaustion from all the flapping.
I can't stop laughing. I poke his soft, chonky belly again. "Oh, look at you! Rolling around like some royal pudding! Should I get a fork and knife? Serve you with a side of glitter?"
He squeaks-louder, angrier, somehow more offended-and bats at my shoulders with his tiny claws, wings flapping like a misfiring helicopter. "I-am-not pudding! Puppers, I will haunt you for eternity if you dare-"
I dive my face back into his belly, blowing another round of raspberries. BRRRAAAP! BRRRAAAP!
He squeals, yelps, flaps, claws, twists-but no escape. Not when I've got the high ground: me, a laughing werewolf, victorious, and him, a glittery, chonky bat-burrito of fury and embarrassment.
"Oh Satan Help meee! I'm dying of humiliation!" he squeaks, voice cracking with indignation and something suspiciously close to giggles.
I freeze for a second. Did I just hear giggles?
Yes. Yes I did.
Oh, gods... this bat. This ridiculous, overgrown, glittery bat... is laughing at me while flailing in protest.
And I? I'm already plotting revenge. Because once he digests that blood, oh, he's going to regret every single raspberry.
Anyway I scoop him up again, near to my chest and start to walk into the house, "lets get you settled first, then I will take care of the deer!"
Finally inside, I head straight to the sink, washing the deer off my fingers while still cradling him like a squirmy, furry cannonball. With a damp napkin, I carefully dab the remnants of my blood off his snout.
He burps. A chonky, blood-filled little bat burp. And damn it, it's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.
"Aww, the adorable little thing!" I pinch his fuzzy snout.
"I'm not adorable! You're mean!" he squeaks, flapping his tiny bat ears down in indignation.
I roll my eyes. "Okay, okay... just stop fighting and get some damn rest." I carry him to his room, placing him gently on the bed and tucking him in like a glittery bat-burrito.
"Sleep well, call me if you need something! I'll finish the deer myself," I tell him.
"WHERE ARE MY GOOD NIGHT KISSES?!" He lets out a sharp, piercing chirp.
I grin, bending down to press a soft kiss between his little ears, brushing the bump from his earlier window collision. "Ahh... okay, you're such a needy little pup, you know that? Good night, Chonky Mosquito, hehe!"
I step back, slowly closing the door, but I can still hear the muffled angry-bat voices-so adorably indignant it should be illegal.
"Alright..." I mutter to myself, stretching my arms. "Time to deal with the deer."
Back in the backyard, I kneel beside the deer, already plotting tomorrow's breakfast: deer burgers. Lean's drooling face already plays in my mind, and I can't help the smirk curling my lips.
"Yeah... you're gonna love this," I murmur. And just like that, the chaos of today fades into a warm, ridiculous little bubble of normal life-wolf, vampire, deer, and all.
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Author's noteđšâđ»: well to my readers this chapter is so special to me wanna know why? Well this is the point from where the whole story sprang out! Two year ago in a cold December night of 2024, I just had this chapter as a fever dream (I was lean hehe) and then it clicked my minds, "lets write a damn story out of it!
And today finally after nearly two years of planing, writing, editing, I finally reached the point from where everything started, I am so proud of my babies Lean and Dom, and my readers who have beena part of this journey, season 2 is gonna wrap up soon with few chapters left, I am gonna a take a long hiatus, but worry not, I will surely return, cause this fools need an ending! (I have previously uploaded few chapters on Wattpad, but due to low engagement I shifted here!)
Please comment my lovely readers! I wanna know your thoughts about lean and Dom!
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