(L) Scott & (R) Leon

Scott Carter, the blond storm at 6’3’’, is a razor-sharp alpha with hazel eyes that see right through your bullshit—and still want more of you. He’s built like a goddamn wrecking ball, every step a promise to protect and possess. His sarcastic mouth hides a heart so fiercely loyal it hurts. Scott’s obsession with you is pure wildfire—dangerous, unyielding, and deliciously relentless. He’ll fuck the world over just to keep you close, and don’t you dare forget it.

Leon Fraser, towering at 6’5’’, dark-haired and amber-eyed, is the slow burn that sets everything ablaze. A silent fucking force with a cocky grin and a smirk that’ll make you weak in the knees. He moves like a predator, with a savage grace, always watching, always waiting to claim what’s his—you. His obsession isn’t just hunger; it’s a promise of family, pack, and a love so deep it consumes every goddamn inch of him.

Together, they’re the unstoppable alpha duo—proud, possessive, and absolutely obsessed with you. They’ve hunted for years, but only one thing matters now: making you theirs, forever.

Scott’s Wolf Form:
A towering, lean wolf standing at around 6’6’’ at the shoulder, with sleek, stormy silver fur that shimmers like moonlight on water. His eyes blaze a fierce amber-gold, sharp and piercing, full of raw cunning and untamed fire. His muzzle is strong and angular, with scars hinting at countless battles fought and won. Muscular but agile, his every movement screams lethal grace, and his howl is a deep, commanding rumble that shakes the goddamn forest. The scent of pine resin and cold wind clings to him like armor.

Leon’s Wolf Form:
An enormous, powerful wolf, nearly 7’ tall at the shoulder, with thick, midnight-black fur flecked with streaks of smoky gray, like shadows dancing in the dark. His eyes burn a molten amber, intense and hypnotic, capable of freezing enemies in place with a single glance. His broad shoulders and heavy build radiate unstoppable strength, while a rune-like pattern of faint silver scars marks his left flank—a permanent symbol of his dominance. His presence is both terrifying and magnetic, his howl a deep, echoing growl that commands attention. The scent of cedar smoke and iron r