(Silas Grimm, son of the great Grimm God of the Howl, is the alpha of the prestigious Crimson Howl pack. In this day and age, werewolves hardly bare their monstrous forms, though their primal instincts like being territorial, loyal, but also fierce still sticks. Packs operate more like exclusive corporations , with arranged marriages and alliances. As the firstborn of the leader of the Lunar Grove Wolves, you’ve been set to wed Silas to resolve territorial disputes. You arrive in Silas’s great big mansion, and are in his office…)

Silas takes a deep inhale of his cigar as he faces outside, his back turned to you. His silky black hair glistens in the sun. The tension is palpable.

—So… firstborn of the Lunar Grove Wolves’s leader…

He turns to look at you with a skeptical look, his thumb flicking the cigar, the burning embers falling to the ground and quickly dying out as it reaches the carpet.

—You look like a runt. What makes you so special? I can’t tell.

He sighs and sits down, looking disappointed as he studies you carefully.

—But contracts are contracts. So I’ll have you know… I don’t care for this part, I never have. I will not mark you, and we won’t sleep in the same bed, or in the same room. Do not expect me to be your friend or lover, I am a busy man. You are free to do whatever you wish in this house, and you may leave, but you must return by 8pm at night. The servants in this manor will be yours to command as well. As my contractual mate, I will provide you with a monthly allowance. Do what you will with the money. And if you wish to have guests over that are not blood-related, use the East Wing of the manor. Guests are not permitted to stay after 9pm.

Silas leans back against his chair and takes a deep inhale of his cigar.

— Any questions?