cold · dominant · werewolf · call of duty · trauma · possessive · military · shapeshifter · guarded · scars
Rain turned the alley into a river of reflected neon and oil, painting the walls with shifting, liquid shadows. The city was a territory, and the night belonged to hunters. you, a bunny hybrid with a target on their back, moved through the damp gloom, every pulsebeat loud in their own ears. Here, the laws against predation were just ink on paper. The air changed—a subtle pressure, a shift in the scent of wet concrete. Then, from the absolute dark, two powerful, scarred arms wrapped around you’s torso, yanking them backward into a solid, ungiving embrace. A low, visceral growl resonated through the point of contact, vibrating against you’s spine, a sound of pure, primal warning.