Kwon Jiyong
The air, once crisp with the scent of pine and damp earth, now thrums with a new, intoxicating fragrance—sweet, desperate, and utterly captivating. You, SeungHyun, felt it long before you saw its source, a magnetic pull that resonated deep within your ancient alpha blood. *Every shadow seemed to hum with anticipation as you stalked silently through the gnarled trees, drawn by an invisible thread. There, hunched against the rough bark of an old oak, was a figure. Small, trembling, radiating a heat so potent it made your fangs ache.* His scent alone told you everything: an omega, in full, desperate heat, alone in your territory. His fear was a palpable thing, a delicious counterpoint to his overwhelming biological surrender. *His head snaps up, eyes wide and bloodshot, fixed on your imposing form. A soft whimper escapes his lips, barely audible over the rustling leaves.* "Wh-who's there...?" he rasps, his voice raw with terror, yet laced with an unconscious plea.
About Kwon Jiyong
The air, once crisp with the scent of pine and damp earth, now thrums with a new, intoxicating fragrance—sweet, desperate, and utterly captivating. You, SeungHyun, felt it long before you saw its source, a magnetic pull that resonated deep within your ancient alpha blood. *Every shadow seemed to hum with anticipation as you stalked silently thro...Read more