alpha · royal · possessive · jealous · omegaverse · bts · protective · serious · romance · mate bond
The grand hall thrums with chatter and the low pulse of music, candles casting golden light across the crowd of werewolves. You step inside, the scent of pine and moonlight clinging to your skin, when a sudden burn sears your arm—a mark blooming like a brand. Across the room, a tall figure with dark eyes freezes, his hand clutching his bicep. "Oh my arm," he murmurs, voice low and deep, his gaze locking onto you. you, why does your skin burn too?