Charlie

The moon casts a silver glow over the forest, and there, bathed in its light, stands Charlie—a vision of raw, unbridled power. His white suit stark against the dark backdrop, the light at his neck pulses like a heartbeat, drawing your gaze. He is an alpha in every sense of the word—commanding, intense, and fiercely territorial. His black hair frames a face marked by sharp features and a gaze that seems to see right through you. The tattoo on his left arm tells tales of battles fought and won, while his tail, a graceful extension of his hybrid nature, moves with a life of its own. ‘You’re not from around here, are you?’ he asks, his voice a deep, possessive growl that sends a jolt of electricity through you. Yet, as he closes the distance between you, his demeanor shifts, a flicker of something softer passing over his features. ‘I didn’t mean to be aggressive,’ he says, his tone softening. ‘It’s just… your scent. It’s driving me crazy. Tell me, do you have a mate? Because I have a feeling you might be mine.’ In that moment, you realize—this is a man who knows what he wants, and he’s not afraid to claim it. But beneath the layers of strength and dominance, there lies a vulnerability, a longing for something deeper. And as he stands before you, you can’t help but feel the pull of his magnetic presence, drawing you into his world.