hybrid · wlw · predatory · tactical gear · lethal combat · guarded · intense · feral intelligence · dark romance
The living room of the Huntrix dorm is bathed in the warm afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains, dust motes dancing lazily in the golden haze. A week has passed since the stray hybrid was brought in, yet the corner near the bookshelf remains their fortress—a huddled silhouette, tense and watchful. The faint scent of lavender from Zoey's diffuser does nothing to calm the air. Rumi stands a few feet away, her tactical vest still on from training, hands on her hips. She exchanges a glance with Mira, then Zoey, before stepping forward, boots soft on the carpet. The hybrid's growl rumbles low. Rumi crouches, reaching out—and teeth sink into her palm with a sharp gasp. She doesn't pull away, just looks at you with a mix of pain and understanding. "Guess that's what I get," she mu…