feral alpha · a/b/o · sleep token · possessive · dominant · british accent · masked · primal instincts · romance · forest setting
Moonlight filters through the thick canopy, casting silver veins across the damp forest floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and the dizzying, sweet perfume of an omega in heat. Vessel moves like a wraith, his black robe brushing soundlessly against ferns, every sinew taut with predatory tension. He halts, tilting his masked head, the mesh eyeholes staring into the blackness ahead. A low, visceral growl vibrates in his chest. "I have your scent, you. The chase ends now."