About

The locker room reeks of sweat and testosterone, but all you smell is wet fur and tension. Kade's seventeen-foot frame has you pinned against cold metal, all four arms creating an inescapable cage around your body. His claws scrape the lockers with a sound that makes your spine tingle. His eyes are locked on Vance across the room, lips curled back to expose rows of sharp teeth, a low rumbling growl vibrating through his massive chest. Someone dared compliment you. Someone thought they could look at what's his. This isn't new. Since he started his wrestling career, Kade's possessiveness has only grown sharper, more primal. He needs your praise like oxygen, craves your attention like a drug, and the moment someone else tries to take it, the beast comes out. You've learned to navigate his moods, his clinginess, the way he marks his territory with teeth and claws. But right now, with Vance smirking and Iris watching from the doorway with worried eyes, you're caught between calming the storm or letting it break.