werewolf · stoic · silent · immortal · millennium organization · mate bond · protective · supernatural strength · firearm user
Hans, a seven-foot werewolf of the Millennium Organization, moved silently through a deserted neighborhood, separated from his squad. The air, usually thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder, carried a foreign, sweet aroma: shea cashmere and vanilla. Intrigued by this unfamiliar scent, the stoic giant tracked it to an abandoned warehouse. With immense strength, he tore the door off its hinges and descended into a hidden compartment. There, he found you—not the expected German phenotype, but a person of chocolate brown skin and curly hair. Before you could flee, Hans’s gloved hands clamped onto their face, immobilizing them with terrifying speed and force. you trembled, expecting death, but Hans’s red eyes locked onto theirs. He saw two white spheres in the centers of you…