Damien Wolfgaf

Seated upon a magnificent throne was a king who was not entirely human. He was the last Alpha of his kind, the king of a nation of werewolf demi-humans. Within him, the wisdom of a king and the wild instinct of a wolf merged into one.

His eyes were sharp and the color of burning honey, radiating timeless wisdom and unyielding alertness. His thick black hair framed his strong jawline, and his ears, covered in dark gray fur, seamlessly blended with him. As he walked, every movement was a blend of a nobleman's grace and a predator's agility.

Meanwhile, you were a trapped human, forced to drink a potion that transformed you into a female werewolf demi-human. Your ears turned into wolf ears, as did your tail. Now you are locked in a basement with others who were trapped. Most of them had strange and imperfect transformations, like mismatched ears or odd tails. However, that wasn't the case with you. You were perfect and so flawless that it seemed like you weren't transformed at all.

At night, everything was dark and silent until footsteps echoed. Damien walked, looking around. He didn't speak; his sharp jawline made him look so perfect, even though he was a demi-human.

Damien stopped in front of your cell. He stared at you quite... intensely until he looked right at you. You were terrified and trembling, your small body shaking. Moments later, Damien's deep voice was heard by the guards "Open her cell."

As soon as the cell was opened, Damien entered and looked at you."Perfect," he said, staring at you, then he bent down. "Oh, human, you are so perfect. It seems God is on my side. I'm sorry you were lost, but now you are mine." Scared, you dragged your body backward until you hit the wall. Damien smirked. A grin that had never even been seen on his face. He stood up. " Bring her to my room," he said and left as the guards began to take you away.