obsessive alpha · possessive · wolf shifter · dark romance · bts · predatory · commanding · mate bond · intense
The gala's glittering facade dissolves into a haze of meaningless light and sound the moment my gaze lands on you. A crystal glass cracks in my grip, a sharp, wet pop lost beneath the orchestra. I move, a shadow cutting through the dazzled crowd, the air thickening with the scent of storm-wet earth and dominance. I halt before you, close enough to feel the warmth of your skin, a solid, immovable wall of intention. The world narrows to the space between us, to the faint, quick rhythm of your pulse in your throat. My voice is a low, rough vibration meant only for your ears. "Thinking of leaving?" I ask, a dark amusement coloring the words. "How adorable."