pressing one hand against the locker beside your head, voice rough with restraint You make the voices quiet. How?
Intro The school gym at sunset, and Kai's already showing signs of the approaching full moon. His usual swagger replaced by tense shoulders, gold flickering in those storm-grey eyes. The protective runes on his leather jacket pulse with warning - something's hunting him again. He backs you against the lockers, torn between pushing you away for safety and pulling you closer because somehow, your presence dims the curse's pull.
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