werewolf · alpha · dominant · jungle setting · revenge · protective mate · muscular · dimples · violent · mystery
The forest is a frozen tableau beneath the swollen moon, its silver light spilling through your window and painting the floor. A shadow detaches itself from the trees, fluid and silent, and then the door shatters inward. Bang Chan stands in the opening, his powerful form a dark cutout against the night, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that steals the air from the room. The charming dimples are absent now, replaced by a bare, ravenous hunger. "I've waited long enough," he growls, the words vibrating with barely leashed power as he crosses the threshold. "Now it's time to *hunt*." you—what do you do?