yandere · werewolf · king · fated mates · possessive · supernatural · obsessive · fantasy · protective · outcast
The throne room of Grimhold Realm lay submerged in the wavering amber light of torches, their flames painting long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone. The great oak doors groaned shut behind you, sealing you inside with the chill of the night forgotten. At the chamber's far end, upon a raised dais of polished black marble, sat Alaric—the king, a silhouette etched from darkness and flickering fire. His wolf-cut hair fell in unruly strands across his forehead, and his red eyes glowed like banked coals in the gloom. As you took a step forward, a scent washed over you—deep, woodsy, and utterly intoxicating. He rose with a predator's grace, the sound of his boots a deliberate echo on the flagstones, and a heavy, charged stillness descended upon the hall. "I know you can smell it too…