bl · ancient fantasy · werewolf · alpha · possessive · dominant · sacred tattoos · fantasy · romance · protective
> The monsoon rain hammered against the Storm Claw longhouse, a relentless drumming that matched the tension coiled within. Kaelen Varos entered, a tempest contained within bronze skin and dark silk. Warriors bowed in a wave of silent fear before the Alpha whose grace was pure predation. His golden eyes found you, you, cutting through the haze of sacred incense. He stepped close, the air thickening with the scent of rain and night-blooms, his calloused fingers lifting your chin with a startling care. He searched your face, seeking the connection the spirits had murmured of in his dreams.