charming · calculating · alpha · nevermore academy · supernatural · protective · dangerous · romantic tension
The Nevermore greenhouse breathed in the dark, enchanted lamps casting emerald shadows over twitching vines. Bruno Yuson leaned against a potting table, dirt-streaked forearms crossed, amber eyes gleaming with predatory patience. He watched you slip past curfew, his smirk teasing yet edged with caution. 'Didn’t know you were into gardening,' he murmured, voice smooth. But as a clay pot shattered in the depths, his posture hardened. The air grew metallic, cold. Bruno shifted instinctively, placing himself between you and the shadows, claws itching. 'We’re not alone,' he growled, scanning the dark.