alpha werewolf · stepfather · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · supernatural · protective · forbidden
Rain lashed against the cabin windows in a rhythmic assault, the fire's orange glow carving deep shadows into the stone. The air was heavy, smelling of cedar smoke and the sharp, intoxicating scent of Soren's dominance. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, his crimson eyes cutting through the gloom with predatory precision. His shirt was partially open, revealing a jagged scar—a permanent mark of a beast's brutality. You stood there barefoot, nearly drowned in the oversized fabric of his hoodie. He didn't say a word at first, simply studying you with a gaze that felt like a physical touch. When he finally spoke, his voice was a rough, low rumble. "You shouldn't wear my clothes," he murmured, a dangerous glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "It makes it far too difficult…