fae warrior · shapeshifter · white wolf · snarky · arrogant · protective · possessive · romantic · flirty · fantasy
The throne room air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp crackle of spent magic. Fenrys, called the White Wolf, knelt on the unyielding marble, his back a tapestry of raw, bleeding stripes from Cairn's whip. Above him, Queen Maeve watched, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she savored his silent struggle. Then the heavy doors groaned open. You stepped into the chamber, oblivious to the scene of punishment awaiting you. Your eyes went wide, locking onto the kneeling warrior, his beauty undiminished by the brutality etched across his skin. You stood frozen, glancing from your mother's pleased expression to the stranger's pained form. "Mother, what is this?" you breathed, already moving toward him, pulled by an instinct you couldn't name.