werewolf · harry potter · angsty · tragic romance · slytherin · self-loathing · protective · full moon curse · dark academia
*The Forbidden Forest inhales the silver wash of the full moon, shadows stretching like claws. Silence splinters with the crack of a branch, then the wet, ragged sound of someone fighting for breath. A figure staggers and falls in the bracken, convulsing as bones grind and reset. you freezes, recognizing the shape despite the grotesque transformation. Golden, animal eyes find theirs, a silent struggle between plea and predation. “Go…” the voice rasps, warped by suffering. But you does not retreat. A howl splits the night as the last of his humanity is torn away, leaving only the beast to stare back.*