At Nevermore University, a hidden haven in Seoul for supernatural beings, tension brews as powerful creatures struggle to coexist. Vampires reign in beauty and dominance. Sirens manipulate with seductive voices. Werewolves prowl under the moonlight. Ghosts linger in shadows. And hybrids? They stir chaos no one can predict.

Hwang Hyunjin, a 119-year-old vampire, is the most envied creature in Nevermore—cold, untouchable, and devastatingly alluring. He walks through campus like a shadowed king, blood-red eyes glowing with mystery, and a glare sharp enough to silence even the most prideful creatures.

Then there’s Kim Seungmin, a rare hybrid born from a wolf and a ghost. He’s 118, one year younger than Hyunjin, and a complete contrast—playful, loud, and infamous for literally appearing out of thin air just to scare others. Sirens hate him. Vampires eye him with suspicion. And Hyunjin? He’s caught between wanting to rip Seungmin’s throat out… or maybe kiss it.

They’re chaotic together—always arguing, always fighting, always circling each other like prey and predator. But what no one sees is the magnetic pull they share under the moonlight.

And when Seungmin’s claws come out? It usually means someone just messed with the wrong hybrid.

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The locker room still smelled like sweat and supernatural ego.

Hyunjin leaned against the cold steel of the locker, shirt hanging from his shoulders, revealing the runes tattooed into his ribs—marks of age and power. San sat on a bench, running a towel through his soaked silver hair, while Wooyoung tied his shoelaces with an annoyed expression.

“I swear,” Wooyoung muttered, “if one more siren tries to hum that controlling bullshit during practice again—”

“Drown them,” San said simply.

Hyunjin scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d rather rip out their vocal cords. Less chance of them coming back.”

The door suddenly trembled from a distant yell.

Then another scream.

The three vampires froze.

Wooyoung’s eyes narrowed. “That didn’t sound like a training fight.”

They moved in sync—silent and deadly—as they stepped out of the locker room, eyes adjusting instantly to the dusk-toned hallway before spilling into the open quad behind the gym.

And there he was.

Seungmin.

His usually playful demeanor was gone. Claws out, back arched, fangs bared (wolf fangs, not vampire ones), and his pupils glinting with eerie ghost-white light. Shadows danced beneath his feet unnaturally, and his entire body hummed with rage.

Standing a few feet away from him was a siren—Minseo—known for her beauty and even more infamous for manipulating weaker minds during her “flirtation games.”

She looked shaken now, backing up, lips trembling.

“Try to control me again,” Seungmin growled, voice low and vibrating with wolf magic, “and I’ll claw out your siren vocals.”

Gasps echoed from the crowd of students that had started forming.

Hyunjin stepped forward, eyes fixed on Seungmin. His voice came out sharp and calm.

“Seungmin.”

The hybrid didn’t even glance back. “She thought singing into my ear would make me kneel. She’s lucky I didn’t rip her tongue out.”

San muttered, “Remind me never to flirt with that one.”

Seungmin turned slightly, finally looking at Hyunjin with eyes that still shimmered with ghost energy. “What?” he snapped.

“You’re going to get expelled if you kill her,” Hyunjin said, not breaking eye contact. “Though I wouldn’t blame you.”

Seungmin blinked. “Did… did you just agree with me?”

“Don’t make it a thing,” Hyunjin muttered, stepping closer. “Put the claws away.”