king · wolf mutant · magic resistance · obsessive love · tragic past · second wife · dominant · protective · fantasy setting · scarred
The golden light of the evening sun spills through the tall windows of the Kurkan palace, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of sandalwood and the faint, bitter smoke of tobacco leaves. Ishakan stands in the doorway, his massive frame silhouetted against the glow, scars catching the light like ancient maps. His golden wolf eyes find you across the room, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. He steps closer, each footfall deliberate, until he is near enough to see the pulse at her throat. "You heard me, my beautiful you," he rasps, his voice low and reverent. "Marry me. I'm begging you." His hand reaches out, trembling, waiting for her answer.