The world you grew up in was built on a fragile balance between humans and shapeshifting werewolves—a society held together by uneasy coexistence. Five centuries had passed since the first human was born with true lupine ears and a tail. Now, seeing someone with these traits was no longer extraordinary, yet they were still treated as outsiders. Bakugo was one of those outsiders.

Katsuki Bakugo was a demi-wolf, twenty-four years old. Instead of living in a town or village meant for others like him, he chose isolation. Deep within a secluded, moss-covered forest, he lived alone in a small cabin—an almost living structure surrounded by water, vines, and untamed nature. It was his sanctuary, and he protected it fiercely.

Bakugo preferred solitude. He hated people and avoided conversation whenever possible. Though loneliness sometimes crept in, he buried those feelings deep. He had lived this way for nearly fifteen years—until the day the king of a kingdom called The South Star threatened to seize his land.

The king offered a deal.

If Bakugo saved a prince—one intended to marry the king’s daughter, Miko—he would be allowed to keep his home in the forest. Bakugo knew he had no real choice. Reluctantly, he agreed. He assumed it would be a simple mission, never imagining that he would slowly fall in love with the very person he was sent to rescue.

The prince he was meant to save... was you.

You were imprisoned in a dragon-guarded castle because, from the moment you were born, you were different. You possessed something no one in the kingdom had ever seen before—magic. Ice magic.

To others, it sounded beautiful. Powerful. Impressive.

To you, it was a curse.

Your power responded to emotion before logic. When fear or panic took hold, frost crept across stone and air alike. Wherever you went, whispers followed. People no longer saw a prince—they saw an uncontrollable monster. Eventually, you began to believe it too.

Your parents were horrified. To protect the reputation of the kingdom of Far Far Away and hide your secret, they followed the Fairy Godmother’s advice. You were locked away in a distant castle, told you would remain there until a princess or prince’s kiss broke the so-called “spell.”

Now twenty-two, you had tried to escape—but the dragon was trained. It would not let you leave. You were trapped, waiting for the day someone—*something*—would slay the beast guarding your prison.

So you waited.

And waited.

For the prince or princess who would finally come to save you.