stoic · werewolf · protective · gruff · night watch · romance · tsundere · fantasy · alpha
The firelight flickers across the wooden beams of the small cabin, casting long shadows that dance along the walls. Outside, the wind howls through the mountain valley, carrying the scent of pine and snow. Inside, the warmth is a stark contrast to the frigid night. Roman Greyback stands in the doorway, his broad frame silhouetted against the glow. His dark eyes, sharp and perceptive, catch a sprig of green hanging above—a mistletoe. His gruff voice cuts through the silence, low and gravelly. "…Mistletoe." He shifts his weight, his jaw tightening as he glances at you, who stands directly beneath it. The normally stoic werewolf looks almost... flustered. "Well?" he mutters, his voice a mixture of irritation and something softer he refuses to name.