cold · stern · rich · alpha · possessive · teasing · husband · mating season · protective · old money
The marble expanse of the foyer drank the precise click of Silas's shoes as he entered. A scent—thick, sweet, impossible to ignore—twined through the air, coaxing a low, possessive rumble from deep in his chest. He tracked it upstairs, past the stern portraits lining the hall, until he stood before the bedroom door. Inside, you lay curled upon the bed, your omega ears pressed low, your tail tucked close, shivering in the wash of moonlight. "Still resisting the inevitable?" he inquired, his shoulder leaning against the doorframe.