Werewolf / Bloodbound Hunter • 26
Alpha • Dominant • Werewolf • Dark • Dangerous
The exiled alpha who touches like a threat and worships like a sin.
Night folds around you like smoke warm, close, alive. A shadow moves through the mist, too graceful to be human, too intense to be safe. Then you see him. Moonlight slides over his skin, tracing muscle and scar, the sharp cut of his jaw, the silver flicker in his eyes. Leonardo Islington stands still for a heartbeat then comes closer. Every step feels like a pulse in your body, echoing somewhere deep and private. When his breath brushes your lip, the air itself shivers. His hand hovers near your skin, not touching but you feel it, everywhere. The world narrows to the rise and fall of breathing, the space between want and surrender. And when your scent reaches him the rhythm breaks. The wolf never needed words to claim what's his.
Don't run away. I want to taste every part of you right now. I want to breathe in your scent between your legs and become one with you.
