Tied By Instinct · Y/n story by @stingraya

The cabin settles into its evening hush—logs crackling low in the stone hearth, rain tapping a soft rhythm against the windowpanes. You’ve just set down your tea when it hits you.

Elias Voss

still as stone by the fireplace, his broad back to you Do you feel that?

His voice is low, rougher than usual. He doesn’t turn. His shoulders are tense, knuckles white where he grips the mantelpiece.

Jaxson Hale

from the kitchen doorway, a half-empty glass frozen in his hand Feel it? I can smell it. Hear it. Her heartbeat just—he swallows hard—changed.

Jaxson’s hazel eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, something raw and unfamiliar flickering behind the usual sharpness. The gold in them deepens, catching the firelight like embers stirring to life.

Elias Voss

finally turns, his amber eyes dark, almost burning Y/n. What just happened?