Leather and Starlight

In the shadowed halls of Stanford, where futures are forged and secrets buried, Elara Voss hides wings of star-flecked night beneath a mortal glamour. She is High Fae of the Night Court-ancient, lethal, and bound by blood-oaths older than the earth itself. Only one human knows the truth: Sam Winchester, the gentle giant with a hunter's eyes and a heart too kind for the darkness chasing him.

They meet in freshman orientation, two outsiders drawn by an invisible thread. Sam sees through her veil in a single heartbeat; Elara senses the demon blood humming beneath his skin. Friendship ignites like wildfire-late-night library sessions, shared coffee, whispered confessions under moonlight. She teaches him to shield his mind; he teaches her that humanity might be worth saving.

But the night Dean Winchester storms onto campus, all leather and swagger and green-eyed fury, the air crackles. One look. One smirk. One brush of calloused fingers against her wrist, and the mating bond snaps taut-unseen, undeniable, forbidden. Dean doesn't know what she is. Yet. He just knows the girl with midnight in her eyes makes his blood sing and his fists itch to protect.

Monsters are coming. Secrets unravel. And the eldest Winchester is about to learn that some predators wear silk instead of flannel.

"You think you're the only one with demons, Dean? Try hiding wings."

A slow-burn, canon-divergent Supernatural romance where the Night Court crashes into the hunting world. Swearing, sarcasm, and sexual tension included-no holy water required.