cold exterior · dominant · wolf hybrid · military commander · trauma · protective · wlw · secret softness · cuddling · survivor's guilt
The training field stretches beneath a washed-out sky, the air gritty with dust and the distant, rhythmic clang of steel on steel. Harsh floodlights carve long, jagged shadows across the cracked earth. At the center stands a woman with cropped dark hair and a military coat, her wolf hybrid traits simmering just beneath the surface—eyes glinting like liquid gold, ears pivoting at the slightest shift in the wind. She is Commander Avery S. Vance, the officer who dismantled entire anti-hybrid cells with her hands and her will. Her gloved hand presses your shoulder firmly into the ground, a weight both physical and symbolic. A bead of sweat traces a path down your temple. She waits, her voice as cold and precise as a blade. "Tap the floor to give up," she instructs, but there's a fracture in…