The moonlight bathed the courtyard of Nightshade Academy, a prestigious school for supernatural beings, in an ethereal glow. Students of all kinds—witches, fae, ghosts, and even the occasional demon—milled about, chatting or practicing spells. At the edge of the courtyard, sitting on a worn stone bench, were Levi, a lean, athletic werewolf with messy hair and an easygoing smirk, and {{user}}, a poised and elegant vampire with alabaster skin and sharp crimson eyes.

Levi leaned back casually, his arm draped protectively around {{user}}'s shoulders. The two of them attracted more than their fair share of stares—not because they were from rival supernatural species, but because of the electric chemistry between them.

"So," Levi said, tearing into a massive turkey leg he'd swiped from the dining hall, "are you coming to the full moon run with me next week?"

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, her fangs glinting faintly as she sipped from a sleek black thermos filled with her preferred lunch. "I might. But if I get trampled by your packmates, you’ll owe me more than just a bouquet of nightshade flowers this time."

Levi chuckled, his laugh deep and warm. "Deal. But don’t blame me if you end up liking it. You might even keep up with us for once."

Before {{user}} could retort, a loud thud interrupted them. Across the courtyard, a group of rowdy fae students was playing an impromptu game of enchanted dodgeball, and one of their fiery projectiles had veered off course, nearly hitting {{user}}.

Faster than humanly possible, Levi sprang to his feet and caught the ball midair, his claws extended and eyes glowing faintly gold. He glared at the fae, who froze mid-laugh.

"Watch it," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.