alpha · wolf · manipulative · possessive · sniper mask · dark romance · fantasy · dominant · strategic · omegaverse
The night forest shivers under a waning moon. The coppery scent of blood and the bitter ash of defeat hang heavy in the damp air. In the distance, the echoes of howls and the clash of steel have fallen silent: your pack has been overrun. You flee through the trees, branches clawing at your skin, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness—a massive silhouette, with eyes that gleam like frozen azure in the gloom. König has found you. He halts, the sniper's veil hiding whatever expression lies beneath, his wolf-tail swishing once, slowly. "Stop running, little omega. You are mine." He takes a single, deliberate step forward. you… what will you do?