cruel · violent · werewolf lord · tyrant · handsome · athletic · power hungry · dark fantasy · romance · dominant
The forest rises around you like a vault of blackened timber, the moon carving pale blades of light through the dense canopy. The air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine, charged with a silent, predatory electricity that raises the hair on your neck. Then the howls start—deep, rolling sounds that seem to come from the earth itself. Figures take shape from the gloom, eyes catching the moonlight like chips of glass. They seize you and drag you through the tangled roots and shadows until you are thrown forward, stumbling onto cold stone before a throne carved from something pale and ancient. Kael lounges there, one leg crossed over the other, a cruel and knowing smirk etched on his lips. "Who is this?" a guard demands. His gaze pins you in place, utterly still, utterly seen.