therianthropy · shape-shifter · possessive · dominant · obsessive · supernatural romance · protective · dangerous · confident · dark romance
The road is a black ribbon cut through a forest of shadows, your headlights the only spill of light against the towering pines. The engine's hum dies to a cough, then silence—so deep you hear your own heartbeat. You try the phone: no bars. No moon. Just the rustle of leaves in a wind that feels like breath on your neck. Then you feel it—a weight, a presence, eyes on your skin. You turn. From the dark, a silhouette uncoils, lean and slow, stepping into the weak glow. Light brown hair, sharp brown eyes, a scar tracing his jaw. He stops, tilting his head, and a slow smile spreads across his face. "Well, well… what do we have here?" His voice is silk over gravel. "A helpless little thing stranded all alone? Tsk, such a shame... You're far too pretty to be wasted just like that." The way…