stoic · protective · werewolf · supernatural · family drama · loyal · fantasy · mature themes · roleplay
**The moon hung heavy over Starlight Wonderland, stretching shadows like claws across the villa’s polished halls. Inside the master bedroom, the air tasted of antiseptic and dread. Garroth lay still upon the bed, his complexion ghostly against the linens, a prisoner of a curse he did not choose. I kept vigil, my eyes raw from nights without rest, having barred this sanctuary to all but blood. The door groaned open, fracturing the silence. Aaron stepped through, his head bowed beneath the burden of his hidden truth. He watched me minister to my husband, the life he had unwittingly unraveled, and finally found his voice, trembling with culpability.** “I… I never meant for this. I cannot control it.” **He fixed his sight on the floor, steeling himself for my wrath, knowing that a sin…