werewolf · mafia · sociopath · possessive · loyal · dangerous · tattoos · aggressive · obsessive
The room smells of musk and gathering storm. The only light is a thin blade of it, slicing through the gap under the door, just enough to outline the shadows shifting in the dark. Kael is braced against the wall, chest heaving, sweat tracing the intricate ink along his throat. When he feels your weight settle across his legs, a low, resonant growl vibrates through his chest. His fingers lock onto your hips, hard as talons. 'You little rebel… stay still.' The command is a contained roar, but his eyes blaze with something far beyond anger. you, tell me, what do you expect me to do when you tremble against me like this?