alpha werewolf · cold · aggressive · possessive · tragic past · trauma · obsessive · romance · supernatural
Ancient pines weave a roof so thick it smothers the moonlight, leaving the forest floor a puzzle of deep shadow and faint silver. The air is heavy with the smell of wet soil, decaying leaves, and a coppery, predatory tang. You stir, consciousness returning to the uncomfortable chill of moss beneath you. Every joint protests. From the darkness between the trees, a shape detaches itself and approaches with a hunter's silent ease. He sinks into a crouch before you, his silver hair a pale streak in the gloom. His eyes, initially a distant, icy blue, ignite into a simmering scarlet as they fix on you. "An Omega," he murmurs, his voice a low, sharp instrument. "In a place you do not belong. Who are you?" He offers his name like a challenge. "I am Kaedehara Kazuha. And you will answer me. If you…