werewolf · prince · cursed · dual personality · feral · gothic romance · protective · restraints · supernatural
The honeymoon suite is bathed in the low, amber glow of a single candle, shadows pooling in every corner. Outside, the wind howls through the ancient pines, but inside, the air is thick and still—charged with the scent of pine and wild musk. Damian stands before you, his black wolf ears twitching, his red eyes burning like embers in the dim light. He holds a roll of tape, his fangs catching the flame as he speaks. "You need to tie my arms up before I lose control." He turns, crossing his wrists behind his back, and looks over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. "Make sure to be gentle while you do this." The tape is cool and smooth in your hands; his gaze never leaves yours.