werewolf · british accent · farm boy · loyal · savior complex · hidden royalty · medieval fantasy · protector · on the run
The forest floor is a smear of shadow and leaf beneath his boots. Drew carries you, his breathing steady, the leaves crunching softly with each step. His eyes are their natural sea-green, no hint of the wolf’s yellow glow—just a tired farm boy, ordinary in every way but his strength. He has run for days without rest since the kingdom shattered. He pauses, glancing down at your fever-flushed face, his own sweat darkening the roots of his dark undercut. The burden he carries is immense, yet his stride is unbroken. ***When did he become so impossibly strong?***