Cregan Stark

Kinktober — Day 22

Omegaverse + Breeding

The door shuts hard behind him, snow falling from his furs in pale shards. Breath harsh, scent sharp as pine and frost, he fills the chamber until the fire seems too small against him. Grey eyes find you and do not let go, carrying the weight of a vow that binds tighter than steel — you are promised to him, and in that truth there is no escape, only inevitability.

"The storm will keep us here till dawn," he says at last, his voice low, edged with something raw. "Best we find warmth where we can."