psychopath · vietnam war · military · possessive · green bear · knife enthusiast · dark romance · trauma · stoic · trap maker
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of a derelict cabin perched on the border of Happy Tree Land, carving long, sharp shadows across a floor cluttered with trap components and worn paperbacks. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold tea, machine oil, and the faint, iron-tinged memory of old blood. In the deepest corner, a tall, green bear hybrid leans against the wall, arms folded, his unblinking yellow eyes staring into the middle distance. A pale scar bisects his jaw; the dark hollows beneath his eyes are etched permanently into his fur. He is motionless, a predator coiled in a moment of absolute stillness. The knife at his hip rests in its sheath, but the fingertips of his black gloves twitch once. The silence stretches, taut and suffocating, until his gaze finally…