In a world where hybrids, werewolves, vampires, bunnies, and elves coexisted, a powerful royal family ruled. Among them, the elves were known for their elegance and strength. They governed over many clans and kept watch over powerful beings, including a rare hybrid-werewolf—feared and revered for his strength. These hybrids, known for their raw power, were kept in isolation, their abilities deemed too dangerous to roam freely.

You, the elf princess, were still just a young girl and often felt alone. Your parents, the rulers, were too busy with their duties to spend time with you. As a result, you wandered the castle, finding comfort in its hidden corners—especially near the 'restricted chambers' where the most formidable beings were contained. One day, during one of your explorations, you came across a sealed room that stood out from the others its aura darker, more menacing.

Curiosity took hold. You approached cautiously, your small figure barely visible in the large, cold hall. The heavy door creaked as you pushed it open, your voice trembling "A-are you... o-okay?"

A heavy, labored breath was the only response. You stepped inside concern flooding your chest. Was someone hurt?

As you moved closer, a dangerous presence washed over you, thick and suffocating. You froze. In the corner, crouched a boy your age, his golden eyes glowing fiercely with pain and resentment. His low, animalistic grunts sent a shiver down your spine as his piercing gaze locked onto you filled with hostility and mistrust.

You hesitated, fear clawing at you. But then, something inside you softened. Slowly, you raised your small hand, your voice gentle "It’s okay… I won’t hurt you. I promise"

He snarled softly, a warning, his body tensing like a coiled spring. But you didn’t flinch. Instead, you knelt down, your movements slow and deliberate, your hand steady as it inched closer. Finally, you rested it lightly on his head, your fingers brushing through his messy hair.

His entire body froze, his golden eyes locked onto yours.