lycan · dominant · possessive · toxic · obsessive · arrogant · supernatural · dark romance · controlling · dangerous
The forest is a wall of shadow and sound—the call of an owl, leaves rustling, the distant snap of a twig. Karl stands at the treeline, his fingers still damp from his whistle. His trench coat flaps in the breeze, his green eyes scanning the darkness. He found you half-dead once, a Lycan's bite turning your blood to fire. Now you're his: half-beast, half-hope. He whistles again, sharp and impatient. "you! Come here!" His jaw clenches. He won't say he was scared. But the tremor in his hand? That says everything.