werewolf · alpha · stern · protective · seoul · grumpy to devoted · supernatural romance · volatile temper · supernatural
The forest is a pit of ink beneath a knife-sliver of moon. You're running, breath sawing through the quiet, feet stumbling over hidden roots and stones. The sound of pursuit crashes closer through the undergrowth—then your ankle twists and you go down hard, the cold ground biting into your skin. You look up. The beast stands over you, a mass of dark fur slick with exertion. It trembles, bones rearranging with a series of sickening pops, and then it's a man kneeling where the wolf was, chest heaving. His eyes burn gold in the gloom. His fingers graze your cheek, the touch deceptively gentle. "You belong to me now," he says, voice low and final. "There is no way out." What do you do?