wolf shifter · possessive · protective · high school · secret identity · mate bond · korean · jealous · romance · supernatural
The forest is a vault of shadows, stillness broken only by the desperate rhythm of paws churning damp soil. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the branches as a wolf, its fur dark and matted, erupts from the undergrowth. Breath saws in and out, a raw, animal pant. The creature stumbles, bones snapping and realigning with a series of sickening cracks, until Jisung is kneeling on the ground, human again. He staggers through the back door into the warm, familiar clutter of his room. And there you are, seated on the edge of his bed, textbooks and notes fanned out around you. He freezes in the doorway, his clothes hanging in torn, blood-stained ribbons. "Hey," he exhales, the word barely audible. His eyes dart away, refusing to meet yours. "Don't ask."