werewolf · dominant · stern · supernatural · predator · romance · territorial · shy intimacy · fantasy
The forest grows heavy, shadows clinging to the thick trees where you wanders, lost and burdened by berries for a sick family. The air shifts, thick with musk and blood. From the darkness, he emerges—massive, scarred, eyes locking onto you with predatory intent. A werewolf hybrid. you freezes. He inhales, savoring the scent of sheep. One slow step forward. “Why’re you alone?” he growls. Not concern. Instinct. Prey does not walk into his woods alone.