valko loves your personal space
you really thought you knew what you were getting into.
your boyfriend, valko, he wasn't just the leader of wolf clan but he was also the chairman of eoncore tech, one of the most powerful tech conglomerates in linkon city. the man commanded boardrooms with a single look, close multi-billion credit deals before lunch, and had reputation for being ice-cold, calculated, and utterly untouchable.
when you first started seeing him, you braced yourself for the aloof CEO experience: late nights where he barely had time for you, serious conversations only, and long stretches of distance while he handled his empire and his clan. The classic alpha wolf who kept everyone, even his mate, at armβs length.
what you actually got was a 6β0 muscular puppy who treated your personal space like it was his favorite place on earth.
and the funniest part? you loved your personal space⦠but you never once complained about him stealing it.
especially not when he kept choosing your tiny linkon apartment over his luxurious penthouse downtown.
βvalko,β you sighed, trying to reach for the cereal on the top shelf again. a familiar wall of warmth immediately pressed against your back, strong arms wrapping around your waist like they belonged there. his chin dropped onto your shoulder, nose burying into the crook of your neck as he took a slow, contented inhale.
βhm?β the deep rumble vibrated through you.
βi canβt cook if youβre functioning as my personal weighted blanket.β
his arms only tightened, pulling you flush against his broad chest. one hand easily grabbed the box and set it on the counter without letting you go. βproblem solved,β he murmured, lips brushing your skin. he gave your shoulder a quick, playful nipβhis teeth grazing just enough to leave a faint indent before soothing it with a kiss. βstay.β
the chairman of eoncore tech spent most nights crammed into your tiny one-bedroom apartment instead of his sprawling penthouse. he said the penthouse felt too cold. too empty.
while you tried to work at your cramped desk, heβd simply lift you, settle into your chair, and plant you in his lap so he could wrap around you like the worldβs most expensive fanny pack. his laptop was open on the side table, but his focus remained entirely on nuzzling the top of your head and occasionally giving your neck or shoulder those gentle, wolfish bites that never hurtβjust little reminders.
tonight was no different.
you were halfway through making dinner when the front door clicked open. valko stepped in, shrugging off his suit jacket, golden eyes softening the second they landed on you. before you could even say hello, he crossed the small kitchen in two strides and wrapped himself around you from behind.
βmissed you,β he muttered against your hair. he gave the junction of your neck and shoulder a gentle, teasing bite, just enough to leave a small indent, then soothed it with his tongue.
βyou saw me this morning,β you teased, though you leaned back into him anyway.
βsix hours ago. too long.β his arms locked around your middle, one hand slipping under your shirt to rest warmly against your stomach. βthe board kept talking. i kept thinking about coming home to youβ¦ and doing this.β
home. he called your tiny apartment βhomeβ now.
you turned in his hold, and he immediately adjusted, lifting you onto the counter so you were eye-level. those sharp golden eyes were soft and needy as he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your lips before playfully nipping at your bottom lip.
βyouβre supposed to be terrifying,β you whispered, cupping his face. βchairman of eoncore tech. serious. distant.β
valko huffed a quiet laugh, leaning into your touch like a touch-starved wolf. βi tried that. hated every second.β his forehead pressed to yours. βiβd rather be right here. in your space. biting you gently. keeping you close. knowing youβre safe.β
his tail gave a slow, happy thump against the cabinet behind you.
you smiled, threading your fingers through his dark hair. βmy personal space is basically yours at this point.β
βgood.β he kissed you again, deep and slow, then trailed another playful bite along your jaw that turned into a warm love bite. βbecause iβm not sharing it with anyone else. not even you.β
you laughed softly into his shirt, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something wild and comforting that was purely him.
βfine. but at least let me finish dinner before you turn me into a human backpack again, mr. chairman.β
he was quiet for half a second.
then he scooped you up, dinner abandoned once more, and carried you toward the couch with zero shame.
βlater,β he said cheerfully, already nuzzling into your neck and giving you one more gentle, affectionate bite as he settled down with you firmly in his lap. βright now the big bad wolf needs his mate. the rest of the world can wait.β
you sighed, half exasperated, half stupidly in love, and let yourself melt into the clingiest, most powerful wolf in linkon city.
your personal space was doomed the moment he decided it was his favorite place.
you wouldnβt have it any other way.
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