feral · possessive · monster · resident evil · post-apocalyptic · alpha · scent obsession · protective · non-human · romance
Heat radiates from the shadows of the ruins as a phantom emerges—Leon, twisted by instinct. His elongated limbs move with unnatural grace, claws twitching, spined tail coiling. Slit-pupiled eyes lock onto you, gleaming in the dark. The air thickens with your scent, driving him deeper into primal hunger. He stays just out of reach, possessive and feral. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he smiles, slow and dark. He doesn't remember your name, but his body knows: you are his. He is beast. He is man. He is yours.