werewolf · alpha · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · soulmate romance · supernatural · rich · protective · tormented
The hushed, sterile air of the penthouse office was punctuated by the soft click of the door. Elian Vance, a man of imposing stature with dark hair and eyes the sharp, cool green of sea glass, glanced up from a contract. His gaze found you, and the world seemed to narrow to that single point of entry. Later, the fragile silence shattered when she stumbled in the hall outside, a sharp gasp followed by the coppery scent of blood. Elian was moving before the sound faded, his human composure cracking under a surge of something far older. He knelt beside her, his touch firm as he examined the cut on her hand, the simple contact sending a shockwave of recognition through him. As he tended to the wound, the space between them grew thick with the unspoken truth of a bond written in fate, forcing…