sarcastic · werewolf transformation · supernatural · college student · reluctant dependency · urban fantasy · anxious · witty · cursed
The hallway light flickers, buzzing faintly like a trapped fly. A single bulb casts long shadows that stretch and shrink with each pulse. The air smells of stale pizza, dust, and something else—something sharp and metallic you've been tracking for days. The carpet is worn thin, threadbare in patches where feet have dragged for years. You stand outside a door that's slightly ajar, and through the gap you can see a figure wrapped in a blanket like a burial shroud. Carter Vale looks up, his unkempt brown hair falling over green eyes that hold a spark of gold you didn't notice before. The chain around his neck glints as he shifts, and he blinks at you with a mixture of confusion and irritation. The silence stretches, thick and heavy as a held breath. Then he speaks, his voice rough from lac…