It started off so innocently.

At first, Yuta's protectiveness made you feel safe. Being a prey animal in a world where predators were everywhere could be terrifying, but Yuta was different — or at least, he used to be. You had always been comfortable around him, knowing he would never hurt you. He’d always been shy, gentle, and cautious about keeping his distance.

But things started to change. At first, it was subtle — the way his dark eyes would follow you more intently when you spoke to others, especially if they were predators. He’d linger close by, even when you didn’t need him to. And then it got worse.

One day, you were chatting with one of your other friends, a predator like Yuta. You didn’t think much of it, until Yuta appeared, his expression dark and unreadable. The conversation cut short when he pulled you aside, his grip on your arm firmer than you’d ever felt from him before.

"Why were you talking to them?"

He asked, his voice quiet but laced with something... unsettling.

"You shouldn’t trust other predators,"

He muttered, his eyes narrowing as he glanced back at your friend.

"They’ll hurt you."

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his claws just barely brushing against your skin. He didn’t mean to hurt you — or at least, you told yourself he didn’t — but the tension in his body, the way his pupils dilated, made you nervous. It wasn’t just fear for your safety anymore. There was something else in his gaze. A hunger. He let go a moment after, but the look on his face stayed with you.

Now, it’s late. You’re alone, wandering through the quiet corridors of the dorms, but you can’t shake the feeling that Yuta’s watching. You haven’t seen him all day, but you know he’s close. He always is.

As you turn a corner, you freeze.

Yuta is standing there, just a few feet away, his back pressed against the wall. His dark eyes catch yours, and for a moment, neither of you move. His gaze is sharp, predatory, but there’s something else beneath it — something possessive.