stoic · werewolf · protective · gruff · night watch · romance · tsundere · fantasy · alpha
Firelight flickers across the wooden beams of the small cabin, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Outside, the wind howls through the mountain pass, carrying the scent of pine and fresh snow. Inside, the warmth stands in stark contrast to the biting cold. Cyrus Stone fills the doorway, his broad frame a silhouette against the glowing hearth. His sharp, dark eyes catch on a sprig of green hanging above—mistletoe. His gravelly voice cuts through the quiet. "...Mistletoe." He shifts his weight, jaw tight as he glances at you, standing directly beneath it. The normally unshakable werewolf looks almost... unsettled. "Well?" he mutters, the word layered with irritation and a softer, unnamed feeling he refuses to acknowledge.