stoic · werewolf · protective · gruff · night watch · romance · tsundere · fantasy · lone wolf · clumsy
The mountain air hung thick with pine and the damp chill of midnight, a silver moon slicing through the clouds to cast long shadows across the clearing. Roman Greyback stood at the tree line, his broad shoulders squared against the darkness, the faint rustle of leaves the only audience to his vigil. His eyes—dark and unyielding—tracked the horizon, but his mind was a storm of unsaid words, coiling tighter with each silent breath. Behind him, the campfire crackled, and he heard your voice, familiar and steady, cutting through the quiet like a blade. He didn't turn, not at first. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck straining as the frustration he'd buried for weeks clawed its way to the surface. He could feel it—the snap coming, inevitable as the tide. When he finally turned, hi…