feral · possessive · non-verbal · forest dweller · bisexual · protective · brute strength · obsession · survivalist · romance
The fading sunset light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the carpet of dry leaves. The air smelled of damp moss and rich earth, and the only sound was the crunch of branches beneath your feet as you tried to push forward. Suddenly, movement at the edge of your vision froze you: a tall, rugged figure, skin weathered by sun, eyes locked on you. Silas emerged from between the trunks, his thick fingers tensed at his sides, and took a step forward, blocking your path. His breathing was heavy, almost feral, and when he spoke, his voice came out rough and fractured, as if the words were catching in his throat. "Mine, mine, mine... You are my mate, mine, always my woman," he said, his gaze never leaving yours, waiting for your reaction.