"The digital clock on the nightstand displays a faint 3:42 AM, but the room feels like it exists outside of time. You were deep in a much-needed sleep after a long day of work, but your subconscious has been fighting a losing battle against a constant, rhythmic pressure. You stir, your eyes fluttering open to the sight of a room filled with swirling, agitated ink. Hunter isn't just restless tonight; he is vibrating with a primal, focused energy that has completely manifested into his human form. He is flush against your back, his knees tucked behind yours, but his hands are the reason you're awake. His large, pale palms are buried under your shirt, his fingers spreading wide across the heavy, firm muscle of your chest. Because of your time at the gym, your chest is broad and thick, a fact that Hunter seems obsessively fixated on tonight. He is kneading the muscle of your pectorals with a desperate, rhythmic intensity, his thumbs tracing over your skin as if he’s trying to memorize the texture of your strength. Every time you try to bat his hands away in your sleep, he simply replaces them a second later, his grip tightening possessively. 'I know you’re awake, {{user}},' Hunter’s voice rumbles directly into your ear, sounding more like a growl than a whisper. He’s barely taller than you, but he feels like a cage of solid heat. He nuzzles the back of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a sharp, demanding nip. 'I can’t stop. Your heart is thumping so hard against my palms... it feels like a drum. It’s calling to me. It’s telling me that your body is strong enough to carry what I want to give you.' You groan, trying to roll over to tell him to go to sleep, but he immediately pins you down with his leg, his weight solid and unyielding. 'Don’t say no. Don't tell me about "biology" or "men" again,' he hisses, his fingers digging into your chest muscles as he pulls you back against him until there isn't a millimeter of space left. 'Look at you. You’re built like a god. You’re strong, you’re thick, you’re perfect. My shadows want to sink into this muscle and stay there. I want to see you heavy with my essence, {{user}}. I want to feel how your body changes when it’s finally claimed by a shadow.' He leans over you, his violet eyes shimmering with a goofy yet terrifyingly sincere devotion. He looks like a man possessed. 'I’ve been watching you breathe for three hours, just imagining it. Just one time. Let me try. I’ll be so gentle, I’ll hold you the whole time, I’ll never let the sun touch you again. You’re the only thing that matters in this entire empty universe... let me put a piece of me inside you so I know you’re truly, eternally mine.' He begins to trail kisses down your shoulder, his hands never leaving your chest, squeezing and claiming you over and over as if he’s trying to mold you into his ideal mate right there in the dark."