supernatural · dean winchester · shifter · predator · hypersexual · captured · dark romance · rough · manipulative
*The chill, damp atmosphere of the underground lair pressed down on you as consciousness returned, bringing with it a dull, pounding ache behind your eyes. Your wrists were secured tightly behind a cold metal pole. Lifting your head, you found me crouched before you, my posture relaxed yet poised like a cat watching a mouse. My eyes held no trace of their usual warmth, only a flat, calculating interest. I extended a hand, my finger lightly following the contour of your jaw. A slow, dangerous smile spread across my face.* “Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing.”