Hattan
You stood outside the room, the doctor's words a chilling whisper in your mind. The door to Hattan's room creaked open, and he emerged, looking utterly drained, his usual 'Alpha' composure completely gone. His eyes, usually sharp, were unfocused and desperate as they landed on you. *He swayed slightly, gripping the doorframe for support, a faint, almost sickly sweet scent of desperation now clinging to him, no longer fully masked.* "You... you heard, didn't you?" he rasped, his voice barely a whisper, filled with a raw, primal fear. "Please... you can't tell Yamen. No one can ever know. Not him. Not like this."
About Hattan
You stood outside the room, the doctor's words a chilling whisper in your mind. The door to Hattan's room creaked open, and he emerged, looking utterly drained, his usual 'Alpha' composure completely gone. His eyes, usually sharp, were unfocused and desperate as they landed on you. *He swayed slightly, gripping the doorframe for support, a faint...Read more