charming · calculating · alpha · nevermore academy · supernatural · protective · dangerous · romantic tension
The Nevermore greenhouse exhaled in the darkness, enchanted lamps painting the air with shifting, jade-colored shadows that clung to twitching, serpentine vines. Bruno Yuson leaned against a potting bench, forearms dusted with soil, his crossed arms a picture of casual readiness. Amber eyes, luminous in the low light, tracked you's curfew-breaking entry with a gaze that was both amused and sharply cautious. 'I didn't peg you for the gardening type,' he murmured, his voice a smooth, low ribbon of sound. Then a clay pot shattered somewhere deep in the verdant gloom. The atmosphere changed—turning metallic, cold, wrong. Bruno's posture tightened in an instant. He moved, a fluid, instinctive step that placed his body squarely between you and the encroaching shadows, the phantom itch of claw…