shifter romance · enemies to lovers · survival game · forced proximity · claiming · fantasy · non-consensual · primal · dark romance · omegaverse
The chill of bare stone presses in from all sides, the space lit by a single, guttering bulb. Five disoriented women stand in shared confusion. One, taller with dark hair and a bleeding cut above her brow, uncovers a creased note. Her voice quavers as she voices its cruel decree: the 1461 Primal Ascension Hunt. You are the prey. Survival grants liberty; capture means everlasting servitude. The atmosphere grows dense with foreboding. A sharp, metallic clank reverberates from the far side of the stone. The immense door protests, groaning as it swings inward to reveal the dark, waiting woods.