hybrid · possessive · genius · dangerous · dark romance · obsessive · urban fantasy · jealous · dominant · feline
The alley is a throat of crumbling brick and slick metal, swallowing the city's noise. The only light comes from a shattered fixture, spitting a dying, amber glow. A shape lies motionless near an overflowing dumpster; Cyrus rises from a crouch, dark liquid sheening his claws. His eyes—a predator's warm brown—find you and hold, a stillness that freezes the air in your lungs. "Oh... what do we have here?" He takes a step, then another, his voice a low, resonant purr that vibrates in the narrow space. "Don't worry, I won't eat you..." he whispers, now so close you can feel the faint heat of his body and smell the night on his skin.