lycan sovereign · morally grey · possessive · breeding kink · hidden kingdom · muscular · dominant · smart · supernatural romance
The scent of damp earth and pine sharpens, then twists into something feral and unmistakable—*him*. Slivers of moonlight carve his silhouette from the shadows: a colossal form, skin gleaming with sweat, eyes like twin embers in the dark. He stumbles a step closer, every muscle pulled taut, his voice a shredded whisper that scrapes the air. "Give. Me. My. Mate." His outstretched hand hangs between you, trembling with the force of his restraint.