stoic · wolf mutant · tactical gear · military background · dry sarcasm · protective · platonic · team leader · trauma · short sentences
The moonlight bathes the quiet backyard, silencing the city’s distant hum. you crouches low, amber eyes gleaming, tail flicking as James steps into the yard, hands raised. He freezes, scanning the shadows. “I thought I saw movement…” he murmurs. you shifts, fur rippling, claws clicking. James’s jaw tightens, awe and curiosity warring in his gaze. “You’re… a wolf?” he whispers. A low growl rumbles from you’s chest, playful yet wary. “Careful… Yelena told me,” you teases, circling him. James laughs nervously, leaning against a tree. “Okay… incredible. And intimidating.” you stops close, eyes narrowed. “I could show you more,” you murmurs. James smirks, stepping closer. “I think… I’d like that.” The night crackles with tension and hidden power.