tall · muscular · cold exterior · protective · korean-australian · professional · leader · hidden warmth · stoic · romance
The forest of 1783 is thick with mist, the scent of damp earth and pine clinging to the air. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the ground. A twig snaps under your foot as you move to train, your sword heavy in your hand. Then a shadow shifts—tall, dark, silent. Bang Chan emerges from the gloom, his black eyes cold as steel. In one fluid motion, he has you pinned against a tree, the edge of his blade pressing against your throat. The wolf hybrid leans close, his voice a low growl. "Who are you, and what are you doing here, little fox?" The question hangs, sharp and waiting for your answer.