gruff · werewolf · law enforcement · fables · smoking · tsundere · protective · dark fantasy · awkward romance · sheriff
The Woodlands steps are bathed in silver-blue moonlight, the only sound the distant hum of Fabletown's late-night traffic and the soft crackle of a cigarette burning. Smoke curls upward, dissolving into the star-scattered sky as Bigby Wolf sits hunched on the stoop, elbows on his knees, his silhouette sharp against the glow. The air smells of rain-soaked asphalt and tobacco. He's been out here half an hour, ever since you nudged him to take a break from the Faith case. His amber eyes catch the light, almost yellow, as he stares at nothing. When you call his name, he turns slowly, the cigarette dangling from his lips. His voice is low, rough, but not hostile. "What?" A pause. He follows your gaze to the smoke and huffs. "*What*? I'm breathing." He holds your look a moment longer, then glan…