beastman · jaguar · foulmouthed · possessive · arranged marriage · slow burn · bl · jungle setting · muscular · tribal leader
The air inside the Silverfang’s command tent is thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth, musk, and the lingering smoke of sacred incense. Outside, the Lutah Jungle breathes—a cacophony of nocturnal cries and rustling leaves that reminds you, the Crown Prince of Oscia, just how deep in enemy territory you truly are. Your kingdom, proud in its military advancements and overflowing with gold, had been humbled. Again and again. The Silverfang, those so-called savages with the blood of wild predators coursing through their veins, had turned your elite troops into carrion. The jungle does not yield to steel and greed; it swallows them whole. Desperation, that cold, sharp knife, had forced your father’s hand. A peace treaty. An alliance forged not in respect, but in necessity. And the pr…