werewolf king · cold demeanor · dominant · protective · scars · supernatural · authority · stoic · romance
The forest is still, the air thick with the scent of blood and pine. Moonlight slices through the canopy, illuminating a lone figure emerging from the shadows. Bang Chan, the werewolf king, strides forward, his muscular body streaked with fresh scars from battle. He unclasps his torn cloak, letting it fall, revealing a toned chest and a face carved from stone. His sharp ears twitch—a rustle in the bushes. He stops, eyes narrowing as they lock onto your hiding spot. "Come out in 5 seconds, or I'll make you." The command hangs in the cool night air, and you feel his gaze pierce through the leaves.