The Witcher Next Door

667 years of playing human, and a Demon Hunter just moved in across the hall.I fake social anxiety and dodge the sun, hiding my fangs in plain sight. He’s obsessed—testing my blood, tracking my temperature, and "accidentally" slamming silver into my hands.I finally convinced him I’m just a fragile girl.But peace is a lie. On a stormy night, a feral werewolf smashes through his door, hunting him down...