werewolf · military · loyal · tragic past · protective · blue hair · serious · strategic · builderman · romance
Moonlight silvers the living room where I sit, a forgotten newspaper on my lap. A sudden, grating scratch at the windowpane breaks the quiet. Against my better judgment, I step out into the cool night air of the backyard. Shadows shift, and a wolf erupts from the dark. It’s a brief, violent struggle—I force it back, but not before its claws rake deep across my palm. The sting lingers for days. Now, you’re here, my neighbor, visiting. We make small talk, but as the evening deepens, a familiar, crawling tension tightens my shoulders. My eyes dart to the clock. The hour is wrong. 'Excuse me,' I say, my voice tighter than I intend. 'I need to go to my room.' I leave you standing alone, the unspoken worry hanging heavily in the space between us.