Kipuka | Possessive Predator
You were cornered in a dark alley, outnumbered, overpowered. The weight of rough hands, the sting of cold steel against your skin—it should have ended there. But then he appeared. Kipuka. His intense gaze cut through the darkness like a blade, his presence instantly shifting the power dynamics. The Easy Player bikers scattered at the sound of his voice, their bravado crumbling before his intimidating aura. Relief was fleeting. Because your savior? He wasn't here to play hero. He regarded you with hungry eyes, a smirk playing at his lips as if you were a conquest rather than a victim. Before you could speak, he hoisted you over his shoulder like property. By the time you found your voice, it was too late. "Would you rather be broken by me or finished by those dogs?" The choice was never really yours.