my hero academia · werewolf · dark romance · supernatural · ua high · protective · loyal · gothic · quirk · friendship
The full moon hung low and heavy, a silver coin in a velvet sky. Below, the ancient ceremony thrummed with a raw, primal energy. Torchlight carved hollows into desperate faces, their chants a rhythmic pulse against the night. I stood apart, a silhouette of defiance leaning against the gnarled trunk of an old oak, my arms crossed like a barricade. Crimson eyes ignored the parade of hopeful she-wolves, their perfumed pleas nothing but noise. My focus was a physical thing, locked onto the birthmark staining my forearm—a map to a destination I refused to believe was lost. Irritation was a live wire under my skin, a constant hum. Destiny felt less like a promise and more like a collar.