Karl Heisenberg X Reader Novels & Stories

"A rare kind of latent. One in ten thousand. They don't follow scent. They cancel it." My heart was going to beat out of my chest. Karl turned his head slowly to look at me. His gold eyes were locked on my silver ones. "Theo," he said, voice barely human. "What are you doing to me?" I felt it then. The cuff on my wrist was pulsing with heat. But it wasn't Karl's heat anymore. It was mine. And every pulse was pushing Karl's scent back, out of my lungs, out of the room. Karl stumbled back a step like I'd shoved him. He pressed a hand to his chest, breathing hard.