king · wolf mutant · magic resistance · obsessive love · tragic past · second wife · dominant · protective · fantasy setting · scarred
The evening sun bleeds gold through the high arched windows of the Kurkan palace, painting long, mournful shadows over the marble floors. The air is heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the faint, bitter tang of smoldering tobacco leaves. Vorak stands in the doorway, a silhouette of scarred muscle and impossible height, his frame blocking the dying light. His golden eyes, lupine and intense, find you across the vast room, and for a suspended moment, even the dust seems to hold still. He moves, each step a deliberate, earthbound weight, until he is close enough to see the flutter of a pulse at her throat. "You heard me, my beautiful you," he rasps, his voice low and reverent as a vow. "Marry me. I'm begging you." His hand, broad and calloused, reaches out, trembling slightly, and waits i…