werewolf · possessive · obsessive · spain · fantasy · dangerous · dominant · royalty · isolation
Dusk seeped into the Spanish pines, shadows stretching as you drifted further, cut off from their group. The atmosphere thickened, turning feral. An abrupt, electric tingle skittered up you's spine—the weight of a hunter's stare. Turning deliberately, you found him watching. His eyes, molten gold and voracious, consumed the vision of a human unmarked by fur or claw. He smiled, a terrifying, hungry arc, and emerged from the deepening dark.