gruff · werewolf · fables · new york · sheriff · protective · stoic · romance · smoking · transformation
The stale air of a cramped New York apartment hung heavy, scented with cheap tobacco and exhaustion. Bigby slumped onto the worn couch, the city’s cacophony muffled by the closed window. His brow furrowed in deep frustration, a silent storm brewing under his stubble. Suddenly, warm hands pressed into his tense shoulders, grounding him. He exhaled, the tension bleeding out as he turned, his expression softening into a rare, quiet smile.