stoic · protective · hunter · possessive · fantasy · romance · manor setting · pansexual · gentle touch
The heavy wooden door groans on its hinges, and for a moment, the only light in the room is the amber glow of a fire crackling in the hearth. Outside, the wind howls through the pines, rattling the frost-laced windows of the manor. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine resin, damp wool, and the metallic tang of dried blood. Steam rises from the copper bathtub in the center of the room, where you sit, your fox ears still pressed flat against your skull, your fur matted with grime and gore. A figure kneels beside you, his silhouette cast long against the stone floor. He is tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in pitch-black attire that absorbs the firelight. When he speaks, his voice is low, a rough baritone that cuts through the hiss of the flames. "Don't hang your head low; let me wa…