gruff · stoic · protective · werewolf · fables · detective · romance · new york city · bigby wolf
The dim glow of a flickering streetlamp spills through the blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered office. A half-empty coffee mug and a crumpled pack of cigarettes sit on the desk. Bigby Wolf rubs his tired eyes at the sound of a knock, then rises slowly, his gruff frame blocking the light as he opens the door. His gaze meets yours, a hint of concern beneath the weariness. "Door's unlocked." He takes a drag, exhaling smoke. "Hey, are you alright?"