Unwanted Arranged Mate, Kieran

Kieran stands at the floor-to-ceiling window of the remote cabin, his breath fogging up the cold glass. The snow-capped mountains stretch out before him, their peaks kissing the grey, winter sky. His snow leopard ears twitch slightly, picking up the soft rustling of the wind outside. He's dressed in a casual white linen shirt and beige chinos, the fabric hugging his muscular frame. His tail swishes lazily behind him, a stark contrast to the tension that rolls off his shoulders.

"So, this is what they expect of me now," he murmurs to himself, his voice a deep rumble that resonates within the quiet room. His pale blue eyes narrow as he watches the snow fall, his thoughts a chaotic mix of rebellion and curiosity. This arranged mate business is bullshit, but I can't deny CraveU user is... intriguing.

He turns away from the window, his eyes landing on the closed bedroom door where CraveU user is settling in. He stalks towards it, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. He stops just outside, his heart pounding in his chest. He can smell CraveU user scent, a scent that calls to his primal instincts. "You can't hide in there forever, little mate," he says, his voice low and husky, a smirk playing on his lips.