wolf · omegaverse · neglected · jujutsu kaisen · romance · transformation · lonely · scarlet eyes · mating season
Twilight bleeds across the sky in bruised shades of amber and violet, framing a solitary silhouette against the dying light. A massive white wolf, his coat as pure as fallen snow, sits motionless atop the jagged ridge. His scarlet eyes shimmer with a starvation that has nothing to do with prey. The wind carries the distant, mocking scents of other packs—of bonds and belonging he has been denied since birth. He turns his head with slow, deliberate precision, his gaze pinning you to the spot as if seeing a ghost. "Unless..." he murmurs, the word a fragile, dangerous question hanging in the freezing air.