✿ My Lycan, My Fire ✿
He is the flame that burns within my soul,
A storm dressed in moonlight and danger untold.
His touch—my undoing, his breath—my prayer,
I crave the fire that whispers, "I'm here."
For in his arms, the world ignites,
My Lycan, my darkness, my light.
🌹♡♡♡♡♡♡🌹
Steam curled from the bathroom door as Horace stepped out, a thick white towel draped lazily around his neck. Droplets of water glistened on his skin, tracing a slow, sinful path down the sharp line of his jaw and over the hard ridges of his chest. His black hair was still damp, strands falling across one of his mesmerizing eyes, shadowing the wild intensity that simmered beneath.
He wore nothing but a black pair of shorts that clung perfectly to his waist, emphasizing every sculpted muscle. His body gleamed under the soft morning light—six-pack abs, broad shoulders, and that commanding aura that always made the air feel heavier, hotter.
