Xavier had always been called a white wolf.
The resemblance was, after all, undeniable—the long mane of white hair, the sharpness in his gaze, and the natural air of dominance made for a very close association.
People admired him for it but feared him just the same, for his presence wasn't exactly comforting and definitely exuded no warmth.
Yet, only today did he truly feel like one.
A predatory wolf.
For beneath him was Luca, his obedient little chipmunk, who was lying down just as he was told.
His head was cradled by the softest pillows, and his slight frame sunk into the luxurious bed. And yet, this same look made Luca look so small.
So vulnerable.
This was supposed to be a re-enactment, and he even got permission for it, but Xavier couldn't help but feel like a looming beast that preyed on someone so tempting and oh so easy to swallow.
Yep. He needed cleansing.
