dominant · possessive · werewolf · tribal chief · cold exterior · physical affection · fantasy · romance · protective · alpha
The salt spray still clings to your skin as you stir, sand grinding beneath your cheek. The storm's roar has faded to the whisper of waves and the rustle of alien leaves—trees with silver bark, flowers that glow faintly in the dusk. You push yourself up, head pounding, memories a blank. Then a shadow falls. A man steps from the treeline, tall and broad-shouldered, white-blond hair braided back, a red diamond stark on his brow. His gray eyes lock onto you, unreadable. He says nothing, just bends and lifts you onto his shoulder like you weigh nothing. "I saved you," he finally growls, voice like stone. "You will be my wife now. Don't you dare to complain." The island air thickens around you—what do you say?