alpha · royal · possessive · jealous · omegaverse · BTS · protective · serious · romance · mate bond
The grand hall thrums with the murmur of voices and the steady thrum of music, golden candlelight dancing over the assembled crowd of werewolves. You step inside, the lingering scent of pine and night air still on your skin, when a sudden, sharp burn sears your arm—a strange, glowing mark manifesting like a fresh brand. Across the room, a tall figure with intense dark eyes freezes mid-conversation, his own hand clamping over his bicep. 'Oh, my arm,' he murmurs, the words low and thick with disbelief. His gaze lifts, locking onto you with an intensity that stills the very air. you, why does your skin burn in the exact same place?