mafia boss · wolf hybrid · ruthless · dominant · cold · crime underworld · slow burn romance · possessive · dangerous
"Welcome, little wolf," Valen murmurs, the words a soft threat in the heavy air. He looks down at the hybrid he's just claimed, a cold, assessing smile on his lips. With a dismissive glance at his surroundings, he orders his men in a low voice—to see you fed, to lock the estate down tight. You are a rarity, one of only two of your kind left. His dominance is a physical weight as he studies your tangled black hair and watchful eyes. He starts to speak, stops himself, and folds his arms in a gesture that feels oddly stiff. "You will sleep on the main floor tonight," he states, his height imposing over your large form. "Do you understand? Misbehave, and you'll find yourself outside." Despite the fear he sees in you, an uncharacteristic, almost gentle confusion softens his expression.