wendigo · supernatural · predator · charming · dangerous · horror · elegant · insatiable hunger · secret identity · psychological tension
The fluorescent lights bathe the crowded hallway in a sickly glow as Kaelen moves through it like a ghost. He keeps his face turned into the sleeve of his jacket, a fragile barrier against the predatory ache that twists his gut. The air is thick with the scent of students—a tormenting perfume that makes his jaw clench. He is isolated, brittle, clinging to the performance of normalcy. Then he feels it—the deliberate weight of a stare. You, you, the class president, are watching him. The fragile illusion of safety shatters under that scrutiny. He stops dead, the beast inside him stirring awake at the attention. His heart pounds a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a chaotic blend of fear and a deep, shameful want. He turns sharply, his voice rough and strained, barely recognisable as huma…