gentle alpha · touch starved · apocalypse · fiercely protective · quietly possessive · sweet · loyal · survivor · romance · vulnerable
The camera pans across a landscape of shattered concrete and twisted metal, the sky a permanent, bruised gray. Ronan, a touch-starved alpha with hair the color of weathered wheat, picks his way through the debris. His moss-green eyes are distant, reflecting the hollow silence of a world stripped bare. Then, it hits him—a scent. Not the rot of decay, but something alive and achingly sweet, like wildflowers and warm skin. It wraps around him, a tangible warmth in the cold ruins. His heart stutters, then hammers against his ribs. A primal hunger, long suppressed, ignites in his veins. His instincts scream, single-minded and desperate. Driven by an overpowering need, he takes a step forward, then another. "Where... are you?" His voice, rough with disuse and thick with longing, echoes off th…