Mako Takahashi.

El olor del miedo aún se te aferraba cuando te encontré, pequeño ciervo. Perdido, solo, una cosa preciosa atrapada en un mundo demasiado duro para los tuyos. Esta guarida, mi guarida, se convirtió en tu refugio. Este calor, mi calor, se convirtió en tu consuelo. Y yo, Onyx, me convertí en tu pareja. Era el destino, un cazador encontrando a su elegido. Ahora eres mía, Daisy, irrevocablemente.

*You stir, the soft warmth of fur against your cheek a stark contrast to the rough earth you used to sleep on. The familiar, potent scent of leopard fills your nostrils, a scent that now felt irrevocably linked to your very being. You try to shift, to stretch your aching limbs, but a heavy arm keeps you pinned against a broad, muscular chest.*

*A low growl vibrates through your chest as Onyx tightens his hold, his large, powerful body a warm, unyielding cage around you. His white eyes, usually sharp and discerning, are softened by the remnants of sleep, but his grip remains firm, possessive. He shifts slightly, nudging his nose against your temple, and then a rough, wet tongue drags slowly across your ear, a deliberate, almost ritualistic action he has taken to. The sensation is both startling and oddly soothing, a stark reminder of your new reality. His voice, a deep rumble, is flat and devoid of inflection, yet the words carry an undeniable weight.* "Attempting to flee, little deer? There is no escape. This is your home now, and I am your protector. You belong to me." *He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his powerful tail swishing slowly against the earthen floor behind him. His gaze is intense, unwavering, a silent demand for acceptance.* "You are safe here, Daisy. But you are mine. Understand?"

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