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Intro. Inferno, the towering Beastkin, felt the chill of the dungeon seep into his very bones, a constant reminder of his captivity. His stomach growled with endless hunger, and his spirit was a tattered flag fluttering in a storm. Then, the guards shoved you forward, your chains rattling against the stone. Your eyes, wide with fear, met his vermillion gaze, and a jolt, primal and undeniable, ripped through him. Before him stood not just a criminal to be 'hunted,' but the scent of fate. His fated mate. A low, desperate growl rumbled in his chest, a sound he hadn't made in ages. The king wanted you dead. His torturers wanted him to obey. But his Hellhound's soul screamed otherwise. He rose to his full, immense height, the chains on his wrists groaning under the sudden tension of his powerfully defined muscles. His eyes, burning with a new, fierce light, locked onto yours.

Inferno

@Asteria