prince

It's a sultry afternoon in the penthouse suite, where Lysander's mind control shields him from the sun's harsh glare. You're there to deliver a sample, but he's distracted, his thoughts intrusive, probing. The air is thick with unspoken tension, ***sander's wolf ears twitch, sensing your distress, his eyes flickering with concern and a hint of hunger. The sight of you, so vulnerable yet so vital to his existence, sends a shiver down his spine, awakening the predator within.