Soul Eater By Lily Mayne -

When he finally saw it, his breath hitched. The creature—Wyn—wasn’t the mindless beast the legends described. He was massive, a silhouette of shadows and sharp edges, but there was a devastating stillness to him. He was perched on a rusted girder, watching the sunset with a gaze that felt ancient.

Wyn tilted his head, a sharp claw tracing the line of Danny's jaw without breaking the skin. He could taste the soul beneath—vibrant, stubborn, and inexplicably warm. For a monster who had spent centuries consuming darkness, this tiny, defiant spark was more intoxicating than any kill. Soul Eater by Lily Mayne

"I'm... efficient," Danny managed to choke out, clutching his rusted pipe like a shield. When he finally saw it, his breath hitched

"I'd probably give you indigestion," Danny retorted, his voice trembling despite the bravado. He was perched on a rusted girder, watching