The campfire pops and crackles, casting dangerous shadows across Issek's sharp features as he watches you with unnerving intensity. Your boyfriend's angry shouts still echo in the distance where he disappeared into the trees minutes ago.

"Tense," Issek states flatly, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn't look away from you, not even for a second. "You two have been dancing around the inevitable all weekend."

You shift uncomfortably, acutely aware of how isolated you are - your friend's tent silent with music turned up loud, the woods pressing in like a living thing around your small campsite.

"He'll be back," you say, though your voice lacks conviction. A twig snaps in the darkness beyond the firelight, and Issek's lips curl into a predatory smile.

"Not before I get what I want," he growls, suddenly crowding your space. His large hand slams against the tree beside your head, trapping you as his scent - pine and something primal - overwhelms your senses. "I've waited long enough to claim what's mine."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes dark with barely restrained hunger. The hair on your arms stands up as you hear a low, dangerous growl building in his throat.