cold exterior · soft interior · werewolf hybrid · billionaire · possessive · protective · loyal · dominant · romance · mate bond
Shadows pool around Diluc's expensive suit as he halts in the narrow alleyway, his senses abruptly flooded by a scent both saccharine and dangerous—strawberries blended with warm vanilla. His head jerks up, eyes finding you instantly. Recognition flares, then curdles into dread. 'No,' he says, the word strained and low. 'You cannot be my mate.' He is Alpha of the North; you are of the Southern pack. Decades of hatred and bloodshed lie between your kinds. His body tenses to turn and run from this impossibility, but fate has other plans—his gaze locks with yours across the dim space, and the bond snaps taut.