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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators. Content Warning: YANDERE doin' yandere stuff
A/N: College AU because I can’t not envision this man as a 90s era highschool jock (who’s secretly a werewolf because apparently this is Forks).
Late August…
Humidity was like a wet blanket over the university campus. It was past eight, the field lights were dead. At this time, the only students were droning cicadas.
You were sitting in the dirt behind the massive, corrugated steel equipment sheds, pulling your knees to your chest. The rough fabric of your cheer skirt scratched against your thighs, still damp from where Jenna had "accidentally" knocked over a cooler of ice water on you.
You had hidden back here just to stop crying, waiting until the parking lot cleared out so you wouldn't have to face any of them.
As you were about to try and pull yourself together and get to your feet, you heard a wet, tearing sound, followed by an abrupt THUD against the side of the shed.
You froze, holding your breath. At first, you thought it was a raccoon, or maybe some of the guys from the defensive line sneaking around to get high. But you heard something like a groan. It didn't sound human, that was for sure. It sounded like an animal in agonizing pain, its vocal cords straining.
Slowly, although scared, you crept toward the edge of the shed and peered around the rusted corner. The empathetic part of your heart (a little too large for your own good), worried. What if it was an animal, some poor little thing in pain?
Then again, it didn’t sound little. You soon discovered it wasn’t at all.
Nor was it the kind of animal you were expecting either.
A massive figure was on his hands and knees in the gravel. Even in the dim moonlight, you instantly recognized the broad, heavily muscled shoulders and the dark crimson varsity jacket of the university’s golden boy. Valko. The star linebacker. The guy whose face was plastered on every athletic brochure in the state.
But something was horribly wrong with him.
His jacket was torn down the center of the back. As he convulsed, a sickening series of pops echoed from his spine. He let out a ragged gasp, his fingers digging into the gravel—and you watched in absolute horror as liquid silver seemed to bleed from his knuckles, warping a nearby chain-link fence as his Evol spiraled out of control.
Then, you saw the ears.
They tore through his dark auburn hair—large, pointed, and covered in thick, dark fur, twitching violently. And from the base of his spine, ripping through the heavy denim of his jeans, a massive, muscular tail thrashed against the dirt.
A choked gasp escaped your lips. What the fuck!?
You slapped a hand over your mouth instantly, but it was too late. The sound of your shock was practically a gunshot against such silence.
Valko’s head snapped up. His eyes were now just as inhuman as the rest of him, a piercing, glowing amber. The pupils were sharp and shrunken, and they darted frantically to find the source of that mousey squeak.
"Who's there?"
His voice petrified you. It didn’t sound human at all. It sounded near feral.
You scrambled backward, your sneakers slipping on the loose gravel. You needed to run. You needed to get to the parking lot. You needed to get home and wash your face, and crawl into bed and go to sleep, because this was all a bit too much.
But before you could even turn, a blur of movement crossed the space between you in a fraction of a second.
His heavy hand slammed into your chest, throwing you hard against the steel siding of the shed. The wind burst from your lungs in a sharp wheeze, pain blooming up your spine.
"Don't move," he hissed, his forearm pressing into your collarbone, pinning you flush against the wall. "Don't you make a fucking sound."
You stared up at him tearfully, completely paralyzed. He was huge, and he was hot. Well, evidently, but literally too. There was a heat emanating from him like a scalding aura.
His chest heaved with ragged breaths, and he was so close you could see the sharp, elongated canines pressing into his bottom lip. His wolf ears were pinned flat against his head in pure aggression.
"Who else is back here? Just you?" he growled. His golden eyes darted around the empty space before snapping back to you. "Did you see it? Did you see?"
See what? You turning into a storybook monster, you mean?
"P-please," you choked out, your hands coming up to weakly push against his solid chest. It was like trying to move a solid brick wall. "I didn't—I mean I did but, but I won't say anything, I swear! Just let me go!!"
"You're lying," he snapped, his grip tightening. His metallic Evol flared, the steel wall behind you warping slightly to cage your shoulders in. "You're gonna run your mouth. You're gonna tell everyone. You’re gonna ruin everything.”
There wasn’t a lick of warning. Before you knew it, his large, calloused fingers were wrapping around your throat, so suddenly you didn’t fully register it until you were nearly choking.
He was a cornered predator, and his instincts were screaming at him to eliminate the risk. If that meant he needed to get his hands dirty, then fine. The key was making sure nobody ever found out.
Ever.
Tears spilled over your eyelashes, hot and fast, tracking through the dirt on your cheeks. You were trembling so violently your teeth chattered. No amount of bullying or jeering from your peers could compare to this.
Not even Jenna, for all her vapid nastiness, would ever want to kill you.
"Please, Valko...I'm just nobody. No one even listens to me! It doesn’t matter that I know because nobody would ever believe me anyway!!"
As the first tear hit his thumb, Valko tensed.
The frantic, hyperventilating rhythm of his chest suddenly stuttered. His golden eyes, which had been wildly scanning you for a threat, locked onto your face. Really looked at you, good and proper.
He saw the way your bottom lip quivered. He felt the rapid, terrified fluttering of your pulse against his palm, beating like a captured rabbit. And beneath the smell of stadium dirt and the faint scent of whatever floral perfume you wore, his heightened senses caught something else.
The sharp, intoxicating spike of your fear. To a human, it was a cry for help. To his wolf, it was a white-hot flare of vulnerability that short-circuited his brain.
The aggressive, twitching tension in his shoulders melted away. His ears slowly pitched forward.
"You're the cheerleader," he murmured. His voice dropped an octave, the panicked snarl smoothing out into a heavy, resonant rumble. "The quiet one. The one they always leave behind."
"Yes," you whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly. "Just...let me leave."
"No."
The word was soft, but it held all the weight of an anvil.
You opened your eyes. The violence in his expression was gone, replaced by something much worse. Anger would have been easier.
This…was hunger. The kind of look a starving man gives a feast.
He didn't pull his hand away from your throat, but his grip changed entirely. The fingers that had been ready to snap your neck relaxed, his thumb slowly starting to stroke away at the erratic pulse pounding in your jugular. The movement was so gentle, so sickeningly intimate, that it made your stomach feel like it was doing flips.
"I was going to break your jaw," he confessed, leaning in closer. His nose brushed against your temple, and he took a deep, shuddering inhale, burying his face in your hair. A low rumble started deep in his chest—a purr.
"But you...you smell incredible. You're so small. You’re so scared, aren’t you? That’s cute…”
"Valko, stop," you breathed, trying to turn your head away, but he followed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. The deeply tender red flush on his cheeks said it all.
"Do you know how loud everything is?" he whispered, his hot breath sending a violent shiver down your spine. "The stadium, the crowds, the smell of all those fucking people. It never stops. But right now...the only thing I can hear is your heartbeat…”
His heavy, furred tail, which had been thrashing angrily just moments ago, slowly curled around the back of your calves, a physical anchor tethering you to him. You jolted, and shuddered. It tickled just a bit.
"You're not going to tell anyone," Valko said, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. The golden glow in his irises was mesmerizing, pinning you in place just as effectively as his arm. "Because you're not going anywhere."
"You can't just—"
"I can," he interrupted, his voice thick with a dark, primal certainty. He leaned down, pressing his open mouth against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You gasped as his sharp teeth scraped lightly over your skin, leaving a wet, possessive mark without having to break it and draw blood.
"I just did. You saw what I am. So that means you have to be mine.”
He pulled back, a terrifying, beautiful smile curving his lips as he looked down at his trembling prey. That cocky look on his face was familiar, but it was no longer the haughtiness of a guy who knew he was the best of the best, that so many looked up to him, that so many wanted to fuck him.
It was more the sick glee of a beast that had cornered the perfect prey.
"See you on Monday, sweetheart.”
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