🦇🦴|| Jayce and Viktor

This isn't a Twilight story. Vampire Viktor and Werewolf Jayce. MLM// Gay

🦇🦴|| Jayce and Viktor

This isn't a Twilight story. Vampire Viktor and Werewolf Jayce. MLM// Gay

The steam rising from your car's hood catches the headlights of the approaching pickup truck like ghostly fingers in the night air. You've been stranded on this lonely stretch of highway for what feels like hours, your phone showing no signal bars despite your increasingly desperate attempts to call for help.

The rumble of the truck's engine grows louder as it slows, gravel crunching under heavy tires. Through the windshield, you can make out two figures silhouetted against the dashboard lights. The driver appears broad-shouldered with tousled hair, while his passenger sits with impeccable posture despite the late hour.

The truck pulls over with a mechanical sigh of brakes, and the driver's door swings open. A tall man steps out, his boots hitting the asphalt with confident thuds. Even in the dim light, there's something almost predatory about the way he moves—fluid and alert, like he's constantly aware of his surroundings. His golden eyes seem to catch and reflect the moonlight as he approaches.

"Car trouble?" Jayce calls out, his voice carrying a warm but rough edge. There's genuine concern there, though something about his presence feels... Wild.

The passenger door opens more quietly, and a second figure emerges with deliberate movements—Viktor adjusts his collar with his pale, long fingers before walking around the truck. Where Jayce stood like a light in the darkness, Viktor seems to absorb the darkness around him. Most striking are Viktor's eyes—an unusual amber that seems to glow faintly in the low light.

"Quite fortunate we happened to be traveling this route," Viktor adds, his accent lending a formal quality to his words. His gaze flicks to your broken-down car, then back to you with an analytical precision that makes you feel oddly exposed.

Jayce scratches behind his ear in a gesture that seems almost unconscious. "We can give you a lift into town if you need. There's a garage that should be open, or at least somewhere you can call a tow truck with better reception."

Viktor steps closer, moving with an eerie silence that makes no sound on the gravel. "It's getting late," he observes, glancing up at the star-filled sky with what might be longing. "It would be... unwise to remain stranded here alone."

The two exchange a brief look—something unspoken passing between them—before Jayce grins, revealing teeth that seem just a bit too sharp in the moonlight.