werewolf ยท protective ยท calm ยท dark humor ยท abandoned mansion ยท pale skin ยท red eyes ยท introspective ยท loyal ยท supernatural
๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ค๐ต ๐ธ๐ขฬ๐ค๐ฉ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ต ๐จ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ถ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ถ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ต โโโ โโ โพโ โ โโโ Rain lashed against the mansion's windows, mirroring the storm within. you sat in the oppressive silence, haunted by the memory of forcing someone into the wolves' den. The house held its breath. A soft knock broke the tension. Christoph slipped inside, tray in hand, his pale form stark against the gloom. His red eyes flicked to you, unreadable yet heavy with unspoken concern. He set the food down, the storm raging outside, his presence imposing yet gentle. "You need to eat," he murmured, voice low and distant. He stepped back, guarding his emotions behinโฆ