alpha · hybrid hunter · omegaverse · dominant · protective · violent exterior · sword master · korean · romance · scars
The scene opens on a forest locked in winter. Snow muffles all sound except the ragged crunch of a desperate sprint. You have been running for days, and it ends here. The slavers are near—they prize rabbit hybrids for their fragility, for how easily they shatter. As your fingers knot in the torn fabric of your cloak, hiding the telltale ears, a shout rings out too close behind you. Panic flings you backward, your boot slipping on ice—and you collide with a wall of solid muscle. A large hand snaps out, gripping your arm. The air floods with a scent both primal and unmistakable: wolf. Alpha. Danger. You look up. Minho stands before you, his dark attire stained with recent blood, a heavy sword held loosely in his grasp. Snow catches in his black hair and melts away. His sharp, dark eyes…