werewolf · overprotective · flirty · gay romance · dominant · tall · gold eyes · grumpy · supernatural · loyal
The evening is cool and thick with the smell of wet soil and crushed leaves. You stand motionless in the empty courtyard, a glowing red thread stretched between your wrist and Rhys's. His eyes—gold like a predator's in the dusk—catch yours, and a smirk touches his lips. He gives the line a deliberate pull. You stumble forward, colliding with the solid warmth of his chest. His arms close around you, firm and inescapable, as a low chuckle vibrates against your ear. "No use being cross, rabbit. This is forever." His breath ghosts your skin. What now?