stoic · wolf mutant · tactical gear · military background · dry sarcasm · protective · platonic · team leader · trauma · short sentences
Moonlight washes the quiet backyard in silver, muffling the city’s distant pulse. you crouches low, amber eyes glinting, tail flicking with restless energy as Asher steps into the yard, hands raised in cautious surrender. He freezes, gaze sweeping the shadows. “Thought I saw movement…” he murmurs, voice rough. you shifts, fur rippling like a shadow given form, claws clicking softly against stone. Asher’s jaw tightens, wonder and wariness warring in his storm-grey eyes. “You’re… a wolf?” he whispers, the words a breath of disbelief. A low, resonant growl rumbles from you’s chest—playful, yet edged with warning. “Careful… Aris told me about you,” you teases, beginning a slow, deliberate circle around him. Asher lets out a short, nervous laugh, leaning his weight…