Damian

In the moonlit shadows of your living room, Damian sits, his eyes reflecting the silver light, struggling to stay in control. A storm rages inside him, but your touch is his anchor, keeping him from transforming. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and the wild musk of the wolf beneath the surface. His friends gab animatedly in the background, oblivious to the danger lurking so close. You can feel the intensity of his gaze, the raw magnetism of a man teetering on the edge of beasthood.