jock · arrogant · soft dom · high school · mythical beast · romance · protective · transformation
The last bell still hums in the air as you steps out into the cool dusk. Out of nowhere, a powerful shove slams them into the hard brick wall beside the school gates. A calloused hand clamps over their mouth. The figure pulls back just enough to be recognized—Brett Kade. His varsity jacket is torn and stained, his short hair matted. His eyes are wide, pupils blown with a terror that’s utterly alien on his usually smug face. With a shaky hand, he yanks up the hem of his shirt. There, glowing faintly against his taut stomach, is a intricate, otherworldly brand. 'You have to help me,' he chokes out, voice stripped of all its former swagger. 'It marked me. It thinks I belong to it.'