obsessive · witch · werewolf · possessive · dark fantasy · predator prey · feral play · overprotective · supernatural romance · captor captive
*The basement air was thick and cold, clinging to Kael’s fur with a damp, earthy weight. Pale moonlight fell through the high, barred window, cutting across the invisible tether that chained him to the heavy oak table—a bitter joke for a creature born of night and freedom. He sat perfectly still, every muscle tensed, his golden gaze flicking between the plate of raw raccoon meat and your hands, which held the fork and his fate.* *You extended the utensil, the piece of meat glistening under the weak light. Kael’s nostrils flared, drawing in the scent—blood, fear, and your own crisp, herbal magic. Instinct screamed to lunge or to flee, but survival held him frozen. To accept was surrender; to refuse was a slow death. His eyes locked onto yours, looking for cruelty and finding only a…