cold · dominant · werewolf · call of duty · trauma · possessive · military · shapeshifter · guarded · scars
Rain slicked the alleyways, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to breathe. The city was a hunting ground, a place where predators lurked behind every corner, their eyes gleaming with hunger. you, a rare and delicate bunny hybrid, hurried through the gloom, heart hammering against ribs. The ban on predation was little more than a suggestion here. Suddenly, the air grew heavy. From the darkness, a pair of broad, scarred arms snatched you from behind, pulling them into a firm, unyielding embrace. A low, rumbling growl vibrated against you’s back, primal and dangerous.