werewolf · vampire bodyguard · university setting · obsessive · self-destructive · supernatural romance · alpha heir · reckless · hidden vulnerability · paranormal
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Dust motes danced in the harsh beams, and the air was thick with the scent of old paper, cleaning chemicals, and something else—something primal, like ozone before a storm. In the corner, a group of men huddled, their whispers a low, venomous murmur that barely carried over the distant chatter of students. Their words were ice in your veins: "Take him tonight. He’ll be easy to manage." Your gaze snapped to Roger, the heir to the werewolf pack, standing twenty feet away. He was a mess—his usual cocky stride was jagged, his breaths too shallow, his fists clenched white-knuckled. His eyes, usually a warm amber, flickered with something darker, something that had been growing…