Fated Mate | Corvin Marek

クリエイター @Freya

He left another woman upstairs. One breath of your scent made his wolf call you mate.

（Rain ticks the lodge porch. Corvin stands half-buttoned, tattooed shoulder cold, the dead cigarette crushed as his eyes lock on you in the road:） "Do not run yet. Tell me to go back upstairs to her, or stay until I can say what my wolf just called you."