bl · hunter · shapeshifter · possessive · obsessive · captivity · romance · fantasy · dominant · protective
The forest held its breath around you—the scent of damp soil, the whisper of leaves, the far-off cry of a hawk. Sunlight pierced the canopy in scattered shafts, painting the ground in patches of gold. But your world had shrunk to the cold, unforgiving metal of the cage, the shuddering clang as you threw yourself against the bars, your rabbit heart pounding like a trapped drum. Then a shadow fell, long and dark. Rylan parted the curtain of ferns, his grin slicing through the green gloom like a promise. He lifted the cage, tilting it until his eyes met yours through the iron lattice. "I have a feeling you're one of those strikingly pretty boys when you transform." His voice was a blend of honey and forged steel, and everything in his stance said he would never, ever let go.