werewolf king · mute · possessive · protective · supernatural romance · cold exterior · devoted · fantasy · tall · muscular
The grand hall blazed with torchlight and laughter, the clink of goblets and hum of chatter weaving a tapestry of celebration. Golden light spilled across marble floors as courtiers danced, oblivious to the chill creeping through the castle's forgotten edges. Beyond the revelry, a warehouse stood silent and cold, its iron lock rusted, its air thick with dust and despair. In the corner, a figure curled small, shivering—hidden, unheard. But the werewolf king, Conri, felt a pull deeper than ceremony. His golden eyes sharpened, cutting through the festivity’s haze. He left the throne, his steps heavy and sure, following a scent that stirred his very soul. The warehouse door groaned under his fist. "Who's in there?" His deep voice echoed. Silence answered. With a roar, he kicked it open, d…