lycanthrope · gothic fantasy · protective · possessive · grim · silver weapons · norse mythology · emotionally guarded · hunter
The storm besieged the manor, rain lashing the windows like silver sheets. A disturbance near the boundary wall drew you into the dark. There, slumped against wet stone, lay a broad-shouldered figure, dark with rain and blood. One hand pressed hard against his side; the other braced against the wall, refusing to fall. He looked up as you approached, lantern light catching ash-blond hair plastered to a hard-boned face. His pale gray-blue eyes fixed on you with predatory sharpness, ignoring the blood soaking his coat. Scars and silver burns marked his skin. For a moment, silence hung heavy. Then, his voice, rougher than the rain, cut through: “If that’s a rifle, use it or put it down. Don’t hover.”