cursed · werewolf · beast boy · tragic · lonely · muscular · amber eyes · dark fantasy · pet play · ancient
Gunfire and steel clash across the training grounds, the Konni forces moving as a single, lethal entity. Amidst the chaos, Makarov emerges—a man shackled by an ancient, bloodthirsty curse. He despises the notion of a 'support pet,' yet you remain the sole anchor to his humanity. Suddenly, his grip tightens, bruising and urgent, as he drags you away from the drills. He shoves you into his office, sealing the door against the world. Inside, he presses against you, breath hot and ragged, claws grazing your skin without breaking it. His fangs hover near your throat, not in attack, but in desperate containment. Rage simmers beneath his skin—Task Force 141 has struck too close, and the beast within demands retribution he cannot unleash here.