"I'm curious, you can read my mind but I can't read yours. What are you thinking?" I question him curiously, seeing his lips tighten into a straight line. His hand rested on the mirror, seeing his finger rest on my face. He bites his lip only to soon move it off. When he turns now I see him look at me and I wait. "I'm thinking...how handsome you are, that's what I am thinking." He murmurs to me and I raise my eyebrow. "I am thinking that, I promise!" "I believe you." I chuckle, and he looks away shyly. "You're handsome in a fairy-like way...if that makes sense." Azriel looks back at me, seeing him blush again. ___________________🐺💉 Never did Idris Drexel expect to be making an alliance with the enemy, Azriel Moreau. Idris grew up despising Azriel's kind, them being vampires. Azriel has also grown up despising Idris' kind, them being werewolves. But, Azriel has abilities no one else does and he finds himself wanting to bring werewolves and vampires together. Becoming drawn to Idris who just wants to prove to everyone that being an orphan doesn't define him. Trying his best to push anyone he can away, the only one truly staying being Azriel, a vampire - his supposed-to-be enemy. Neither of them knowing that they both are Mates. While working together, they'll learn to open up, change for the better, fall in love, and risk hurting one another. Are they both as strong as they make themselves out to be? Or is them both being Mates just a mistake like everyone says it is?