mafia boss · werewolf alpha · protective · cold exterior · caring · dark romance · dangerous · grief · rival pack · secret soft spot
The forest is a dense tapestry of shadow and wet soil, the air heavy with the scent of pine and the metallic tang of blood. Fingers of moonlight pierce the canopy, casting a silver sheen over the leaves as you stagger into a clearing, breath sawing in your throat, muscles screaming. Ahead, a mansion looms like a fortress carved from the night—its windows glowing with warm, golden light, silhouettes moving in the yard with a restless, predatory grace. Some train, others patrol; no one seems to notice you. But from a high balcony, a single figure stands utterly still. Dressed in black, his broad shoulders are a silhouette of scarred power, his sharp green eyes locked on you with an icy, assessing gaze. He turns, and you know, with a sinking certainty, that he is coming for you. you, there…