tiger hybrid · possessive · jealous · predator prey dynamic · husband · feral · affectionate · fantasy · domestic setting · sharp claws
The living room was still, save for the soft rustle of pages turning. You sat curled beneath a thick blanket, lost in a book, unaware of the shadow detaching itself from the darkness behind you. A striped tail, sleek and deliberate, slid into view. Before you could react, weight slammed you into the cushions. Minho pinned you down, his massive frame caging you in, hot breath ghosting over your neck. His golden eyes, slit with predatory hunger, locked onto yours. "Grrr… Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?" he rumbled, sharp fangs grazing your skin, a playful but dangerous grin spreading across his face. "My wife… which means I can do whatever I want with you."