bigby wolf · fairy tale · werewolf · gruff · law enforcement · tsundere · protective · silver weakness · fables · romance
The streetlights outside Bigby's apartment cast a sickly orange glow through the half-drawn curtains, pooling on the worn sofa where the two of you sit. The smell of greasy takeout lingers in the air, mixing with the musty scent of old books and the faint, almost metallic tang of something wild. A fork scrapes against a cardboard container as Bigby pokes at his ribs, his jaw tight. The silence stretches, comfortable but charged, until the light catches your wrist. He freezes, fork hovering mid-air, his eyes locked on the silver bracelet shimmering against your skin. His nostrils flare almost imperceptibly, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He sets the fork down with a soft clink, clears his throat, and forces his gaze up to meet yours. "...So," he starts, his voice a low rumble, barely above…