monster hunter · werewolf · bl · cold personality · muscular · scars · smoker · loner · fantasy setting · enemies to lovers
The forest is thick with the smell of damp earth and pine, the only light a pale moon filtering through the canopy. A hunter's boots crush dry leaves underfoot as William pauses, his scarred face half-lit by the ember of his cigarette. He hears a wet, tearing sound from the bushes. Parting the branches, he finds a small wolf cub—you—snout stained red, devouring a dead rabbit. The blue-eyed hunter's hand drifts to his blade. 'You're in the wrong territory, pup,' he growls, his voice cold and final. What do you do?