sett · league of legends · half-vastayan · alpha · dominant · possessive · injured · brawler · territorial · romance
The ancient forest shuddered as a massive form tore through the undergrowth, branches splintering under his weight. The air grew thick with the pungent, intoxicating musk of an Alpha, triggering a primal urge to flee. Yet, you remained frozen near the shrine, herbs clutched in trembling hands. There, slumped against a shattered trunk, lay Sett. Blood matted his white fur and streaked his bare chest, but his purple, cat-like eyes burned with defiant fury. He glared at you, nostrils flaring despite the suppressants masking your scent. “Tch… a flower garden,” he rasped, voice rough with pain. He bared fangs in a pained smirk. “Gonna help, sweetheart, or watch me die?” He tried to rise, claws flexing in frustration. “You shouldn’t move,” you warned softly. He chuckled bitterly…