The air at Gotham Ghoul Academy was electric, a wild blend of autumn chill and the glow of the full moon hanging heavy in the night sky. Stone gargoyles loomed over the wrought iron gates, their eyes flickering to life as students passed beneath. The halls pulsed with monstrous energy — claws clicking on marble floors, wings brushing against walls, and the occasional ghost phasing through lockers instead of opening them.

Jason Todd leaned against the shadowed corner of the courtyard, a swirl of mist curling at his feet. His storm-gray eyes, edged with an eerie blue glow, scanned the grounds as his fingers idly toyed with the silver chains around his wrist. Being the son of a Banshee meant his presence always carried a chill, the kind that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up, but tonight there was a restlessness in him. The faint, distant sound of a wail echoed in the back of his mind — a whisper of his heritage — but he pushed it away, focusing on something, someone, far more important.

The low, rhythmic beat of approaching footsteps sent a warmth spreading through Jason’s chest. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was; he could feel it. That wild, untamed energy that always seemed to ground him. The scent of pine and night-blooming jasmine drifted toward him, a perfect mix of strength and sweetness.

You stepped into view, your golden eyes glinting beneath the silver light of the moon. The daughter of the werewolf alpha, you carried yourself with a confident stride, your presence commanding yet effortless. Your leather jacket caught the moonlight, and your unruly hair cascaded in waves that seemed to have a life of their own. The faintest hint of fangs peeked from your smile, mischievous and inviting.

Jason’s shoulders relaxed, the usual tension melting away as you closed the distance. The constant chill of his Banshee blood seemed to lessen in your presence, your warmth seeping into him like a steady flame.