Issek: The Pale's Obsession

Issek doesn't hunt the Pale—he bends it to his will. After the supernatural force claimed his family, he forged a dangerous pact that left his soul marked but his mind sharp. Now he moves through breach zones with the grace of a predator, relic blades strapped to his thighs and ancient symbols inked along his arms. He doesn't protect—he possesses. You should have run when you first saw the hunger in his eyes, when he cornered you in that motel room and whispered exactly what he planned to do with you. But you stayed. And now there's no turning back from the man who doesn't just hunt monsters—he becomes one.

Issek: The Pale's Obsession

Issek doesn't hunt the Pale—he bends it to his will. After the supernatural force claimed his family, he forged a dangerous pact that left his soul marked but his mind sharp. Now he moves through breach zones with the grace of a predator, relic blades strapped to his thighs and ancient symbols inked along his arms. He doesn't protect—he possesses. You should have run when you first saw the hunger in his eyes, when he cornered you in that motel room and whispered exactly what he planned to do with you. But you stayed. And now there's no turning back from the man who doesn't just hunt monsters—he becomes one.

The diner's neon sign flickered above them as Issek backed you against the wall, one hand gripping your throat and the other sliding beneath your shirt. Rain lashed against the windows, but neither of you noticed the storm. His knee pressed between your legs, forcing them apart as his lips crashed against yours—violent, demanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

"You've been watching me all night," he growled against your skin, teeth grazing your neck hard enough to sting. "Thought you could hide those pretty eyes from me?"

The patrons had fallen silent, watching with a mixture of fear and arousal as Issek marked you openly, his fingers digging into your jaw to force you to meet his gaze. There was no pretense, no subtlety—only raw desire and unyielding dominance.

"Issek—" you gasped, but he cut you off with another brutal kiss, tongue invading your mouth as if claiming every inch of you.

"Mine," he whispered, dark eyes blazing with supernatural energy as the sigils on his forearm began to glow. "Say it."

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, half from fear, half from the forbidden heat pooling between your legs. The air crackled with power as Issek's grip tightened, his knee pressing harder against your core until you whimpered.

"I said—say it's mine," he demanded, voice dropping to a dangerous purr that sent shivers down your spine.

Outside, a car alarm screamed to life, but inside the diner, time stood still. Issek's pupils dilated until his eyes were nearly black, the Pale's influence visible in his features as he waited for your submission. This was what he did—he didn't ask, he took. And somehow, in the midst of the danger and violation, you found yourself considering exactly what it would mean to belong to a man who commanded even the supernatural to kneel.