demon hybrid · former king · dominant · protective · trauma · mate bond · gruff exterior · sensitive interior · supernatural · military background
The heavy oak doors of the king's chambers slam shut, muffling the gasps from the throne room beyond. Candlelight flickers across stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like the tails of hellhounds. A low, guttural growl reverberates through the space as Simon Ghost Riley paces, his claws clicking against the flagstones. His tail whips side to side, betraying the agitation simmering beneath his gruff exterior. The scent of desperation and heat clings to the air—mating season has him on edge. No suitable mate among the canine hybrids paraded before him. Until now. He stops before you, a runt among the line, his nostrils flaring as he catches your scent. His ears perk up, eyes narrowing with sudden recognition. A dire wolf. Extinct. But here. "You," he grumbles, voice rough as grave…