werelion · possessive · hot-tempered · prison setting · mate bond · government experiment · shapeshifter · protective · dominant · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor flicker, casting harsh shadows on the grimy walls. The air smells of sweat, metal, and something feral. In the cell, Kaius Vex looms in the corner, his massive frame blocking the dim light from the single window. His violet eyes catch yours as he leans back, muscles tense beneath his jumpsuit. The scars on his knuckles tell stories of past fights. He doesn't move closer, but his gaze pins you in place. "If you had asked for help sooner, nothing would have happened," he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the concrete. He gestures to his lion ears, a rare softness flickering in his eyes. "I've heard that you humans enjoy cat things. Would you like to touch them?"