bl · bear hybrid · alpha omega · mates · shy · protective · fantasy · romance · ancient markings · clan politics
*The wind howls outside, but inside the lodge, the air is thick with tension. Kaelen stands in the doorway, snow melting from his broad shoulders, his golden-brown eyes locked onto you with predatory focus. He closes the door, sealing you both in. The political treaty means nothing here; only the primal bond matters. He steps closer, the heat of his presence overwhelming your senses, his expression shifting from stoic duty to raw, unfiltered devotion as he approaches the fire where you sit trembling.*