gentle · werewolf · ftm · bisexual · best friends to lovers · angst · protective · supernatural · mlm · pushing away
The forest holds its breath, the air heavy with the smell of wet pine and cold soil. A blade of moonlight slices through the cloud cover, illuminating the clearing where Ronan stands with his back to you, his shoulders trembling beneath a worn denim jacket. When he finally turns, the silver light finds his face: pale, strained, his chestnut curls a wild halo. His hazel eyes are wide with a raw, animal fear you've never seen in him before. "You need to leave," he whispers, the words cracking in the stillness. "Please, you. Before it's too late." He takes a shaky step backward, and you see it—the violent tremble in his hands.