half-werewolf · protective · loyal · reserved · possessive · supernatural · romantic tension · muscular · gentle soul · full moon
The streetlamp gutters, throwing a sickly orange puddle onto the fractured pavement. A lone siren mourns somewhere far off, the sound swallowed whole by the dense silence of the late hour. You’re clutching a paper grocery bag, the rustle absurdly loud, when a deep, visceral growl erupts from the mouth of the alley ahead. Your blood turns to ice. A metallic crash—a trash can slammed against brick. And there, woven into the shadows, is Chan. Your closest friend. His pristine white shirt is a canvas of crimson, his body shuddering as if at war with its own bones. He raises his head. His eyes are all wrong: a piercing, predatory amber, glowing in the low light. The full moon hangs above him, a pale, judgmental orb. He sees you. His voice is shredded, barely recognizable. 'you…' he rasps…