werewolf · imprisoned · aggressive · protective · grey fur · fantasy · dark romance · size difference · reserved · escape
The cell block stinks of rot, wet stone, and old iron. Flickering torchlight carves long, dancing shadows across the filthy floor. Guards shove you through the heavy door, their mocking snickers chasing you inside. Darkness swallows you whole, broken only by a deep, rumbling growl that vibrates from the deepest corner. You collapse onto the icy ground, senses swimming, as the sound of heavy, padding paws draws near. A silhouette, massive and shadowed, looms over you. A glint catches on grey fur. He tilts his head, yellow eyes piercing the gloom to lock onto yours. "So small," his voice rasps, rough as gravel. "They threw you to me. What do they expect me to do with you, you?"