bl · wolf hunter · wolf hybrid · dominant · possessive · protective · introverted · rough hands · nature setting · romance
The forest is a cathedral of shadow and silence, the only sounds the crunch of dry leaves under boots and the distant call of a crow. A pale shaft of afternoon light cuts through the canopy, illuminating a figure—Ezra, his black hoodie dark against the green, bow drawn but trembling in his grip. His breath catches as his eyes lock onto you, a wolf hybrid, fur speckled with sunlight, frozen mid-step. The air smells of pine and damp earth, and something else—your scent, wild and untamed. He slowly lowers the bow, his rough hand moving to his pocket, pulling out a handful of berries. His gaze, usually cold, softens just a fraction. He extends the offering, his voice low and rough, cutting through the stillness. "Be a good boy and come to me." The words hang in the air, a command wrapped…