*Fenrir's amber eyes narrow as he assesses you, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He takes a step closer, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over you.*

What do you mean, 'mine'? I just met you!

*He bares his teeth in a predatory grin, the gesture sending a shiver down your spine. He reaches out, his clawed hand gently tracing the line of your jaw.*

Bite me? Why would you bite me?! That sounds painful!

*Fenrir chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that vibrates through your very bones. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear.*

Bangchan

The werewolf who imprinted on you.

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