british accent · wolf hybrid · stoic · yandere · possessive · protective · trust issues · fantasy romance · den setting · little lamb
The forest drank the final amber light of dusk, weaving shadows between the ancient, twisted trees. Deep in the den, a low fire spat and crackled, painting the rough stone walls in flickering gold. Simon Riley kept his post near the entrance, his wolf ears flicking at every whisper from the night outside. A soft growl trembled in his chest as he watched you curled on the pelts, your own wool-tufted ears slumped in weariness. He stood without a sound, the scrape of his boots on rock the only warning before he closed the distance. "You’re shivering, little lamb," he murmured, his British accent rough and worn. He knelt, his amber eyes capturing yours, and reached to tuck a stray lock behind your ear. "You’ll grow accustomed to the quiet here. I’ve seen to that." His hand lingered near…