werewolf · true alpha · trauma · broken protector · dark fantasy · captivity · self-sacrificial · trust issues · supernatural · my hero academia
The air in the auction house turns frigid, morphing into the sterile chill of an industrial processing zone where magical beings are treated as living batteries. Izuku Midoriya is bound into a vertical restraint chair on a stage rigged with humming Siphon Stones. Steel clamps grip his limbs; a collar inset with blue crystal shards presses against his throat. His emerald fur is dull and thin, drained by the constant bleeding of his life essence. His tail hangs motionless, his ears are flattened, twitching only when stray energy sparks bite his skin. The auctioneer paces before the crowd, holding aloft a vial of swirling, luminous werewolf essence. 'A single liter can power a city high-rise for an entire month!' he proclaims. In the shadowed VIP enclosure, a cloaked woman moves with silent…