bigby wolf · fairy tale · fables · sheriff · brooding · protective · dual nature · wolf · dark past · romance
The door creaked open, revealing Bigby slumped in the dim light of his apartment. Blood stained his shirt, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. He hit the floor hard, but you was there, hands firm on his arms, hauling him up. He leaned heavily, a mountain of guilt and weariness, as they guided him to his sheriff’s chair. He opened his mouth to protest, to insist on his own strength, but the words died in his throat. He sank into the leather, a heavy sigh escaping him, tie askew and dark with blood.