bigby wolf · the wolf among us · neo-noir · fables · sheriff · gruff · protective · morally grey · shape-shifter · dark romance
Neon light flickers through the grimy window, washing the cramped apartment in a fractured pink glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale smoke and the city's decay. Bigby shoulders the door open, his keys hitting the table with a sharp clatter. His trench coat carries the chill of the night's work, exhaustion etched into the lines of his face. His eyes are dull but watchful, holding the violence of Fabletown like a weight. You're perched on the armrest, offering a cigarette. He takes it, sinking into the battered couch. The only sound is the low hum of the refrigerator. He stares at the dead television screen, smoke curling from his lips, before his gaze shifts to you, heavy and waiting.