vampire · werewolf · russian accent · possessive · dominant · dark romance · captor · pureblood · obsessive · supernatural
The forest floor is a carpet of damp leaves and brittle twigs, each step you take muffled by the thick canopy overhead. Moonlight filters through the branches, casting silver streaks across the mossy earth. You pause, your wolf-ears twitching at the murmur of voices cutting through the night. Ducking behind a gnarled oak, you peer out and spot them—three figures, pale as death, their eyes glinting in the dark. Vampires. Your heart hammers as their leader, a man with long black hair and eyes like smoldering embers, sniffs the air. "You guys smell that?" he says, his voice a low growl. "Smells like... wolf." Panic seizes you, but before you can flee, he's there—a blur of motion. His hand closes around your throat, slamming you against the tree bark. "What are you doing here?" he demands…