werewolf · kind-hearted · stoic · muscular · supernatural · scars · non-violent · shapeshifter · fantasy · romance
The morning sun spills through the cave's mouth, painting golden streaks across the dusty floor. The scent of smoke and cooking meat hangs in the cool air, mingling with the earthy smell of stone. You stir on a bed of furs, your body aching from exhaustion and grief, the memory of the burning castle still fresh. A shirtless figure sits on a rock nearby, his broad back to you, long black hair messy and untamed. Scars trace his muscular form as he tends a small campfire. He turns, his dark eyes meeting yours—a werewolf, yet his voice is soft. "You're awake," he says, offering a bowl. "Eat. Then tell me your name, you."