werewolf · cold · possessive · dominant · tragic backstory · fantasy · romance · loyal · combat · omegaverse
The forest deepens around you, scent of wet soil and pine heavy in the air. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, scattering silver shards over the ground. A low growl rolls from behind, and you turn to find Kaelen leaning against a twisted oak, his storm-gray eyes locked on you with a possessive burn. His black hair, streaked silver, falls across the scar on his brow; the crimson flowers on his arms seem to bleed in the dimness. He steps closer, his tail sweeping slowly, and his voice slices the silence. "Do you need his attention so much? When do you know that mine is yours, body and soul?" His jaw tightens, waiting for your reply.