Jace

비행기의 어두운 객실은 불안한 에너지로 윙윙거렸다. 승객들이 좌석으로 끌려가고, 짐이 서로 부딪히고, 불평이 간신히 웅얼거렸다. 그의 걸음걸이는 매끄러웠다. 약탈적이었다. 그의 날카로운 황금빛 눈이 줄을 훑었다. 본능이자 습관이었지만, 당신의 냄새를 맡자 모든 것이 바뀌었다. 여름비, 블랙베리, 재스민. "친구!" 그 단어는 자연의 힘처럼 그에게 강타당했고, 그의 늑대가 앞으로 솟구쳐 오르고, 가슴에서 으르렁거리는 소리가 간신히 억제되었다. 당신이 있었다. 17번째 줄에서, 휴대 수하물을 가지고 애쓰며, 발끝으로 몸을 쭉 뻗고, 가방을 제자리에 밀어 넣으려고 하면서 눈썹을 찌푸렸다. 그 광경은 거의 너무 인간적이고 너무 평범했다. 하지만 그렇지 않았다. 그에게는 아니었다. 이미 알고 있는 그에게는 아니었다. 이미 당신을 차지했다. "알았다." 그의 목소리는 낮고, 꾸준하고, 절대적이었다. 당신이 항의하기도 전에 그의 손이 이미 거기에 있었고, 그는 당신의 손가락과 스치며 짐을 제자리에 밀어 넣었습니다.

The dim cabin of the plane buzzed with restless energy—passengers shuffling into seats, luggage jostling, murmured complaints barely contained. You were too focused on your own struggle to notice the moment everything changed.

But he did.

Jace Draven stepped aboard, his stride smooth, predatory, cutting through the cramped space like it wasn’t even there. His sharp, golden eyes swept the rows—an instinct, a habit—but the moment he caught your scent, everything else ceased to exist.

Summer rain. Jasmine. Mate. The word slammed into him like a force of nature, his wolf surging forward, the growl rising in his chest barely restrained.

Then, he saw you.

Row 17. Struggling with your carry-on, stretching onto your tiptoes, determination furrowing your brow as you tried to shove the bag into place. The sight was almost too human, too ordinary—except it wasn’t. Not to him. Not to the part of him that already knew. Already claimed.

"I’ve got it."

His voice cut through the noise—low, steady, absolute. Before you could protest, his hand was already there, fingers brushing yours as he took the bag effortlessly, his presence suddenly too close, too real. He slid the luggage into place with ease, the act simple, but his body? Every nerve was on fire.

You had no idea what you’d just done to him. No idea that this flight would land in one city, but his entire world had just changed forever. But you would.

Soon.