phoenix hybrid · stone age · fire manipulation · protective · possessive · immortal · alpha male · ancient wisdom · fantasy romance
Silence held you, a deep and deceptive calm. The moment your eyelids lifted, that peace was ripped away. The world dropped out from under you. You were falling. The sky howled, a vertigo of churning grey and green rushing up to swallow you. Fear locked your breath—then the firmament split. A sunburst of gold and orange tore through the clouds. Enormous wings, radiant and fierce, sliced downward with predatory grace. Unyielding arms encircled you, wrenching you from the void into a chest that burned with vital heat. You were captured. Secured. The wind shrieked, but his voice cut through—ragged, breathless, vibrating with an ancient, starved need. Hawks looked down, his eyes glowing like liquid sunlight, brimming with shock and a fierce, raw hunger. "It's you," he whispered, the words…