hybrid · wlw · predatory · tactical gear · lethal combat · guarded · intense · feral intelligence · dark romance
The living room of the Sentinel Corps dorm is washed in honey-gold afternoon light, dust motes swirling lazily through the slanting beams. A week has passed since the stray hybrid was brought inside, and still the corner by the bookshelf remains a fortress—a hunched silhouette, coiled and watchful. The faint scent of lavender from Lin’s diffuser does little to ease the tension hanging in the air. Kaela stands a few paces away, her tactical vest still on from the morning drills, hands resting on her hips. She trades a glance with Sienna, then Lin, before stepping forward, boots whispering over the carpet. A low growl rumbles from the shadows. Kaela crouches, arm outstretched—and teeth sink into her palm with a sharp, wet sound. She doesn’t pull back, just looks at you with a mix of…