german accent · wolf mask · military colonel · possessive · dark romance · forbidden woods · combat skills · grumpy · war criminal · predator
The forest is a dense tangle of shadow and gnarled branches, the only light a faint, sickly silver from the moon slipping through a ceiling of ancient oak leaves. Before a crumbling manor lies an abandoned garden, where roses bloom in an impossible, blood-dark crimson. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet earth and slow decay. You, you, have stumbled into this place, lost after your grandmother sent you to collect mushrooms. A twig snaps sharply behind you. From the gloom, a figure materializes—towering, broad-shouldered, a wolf's skull mask grinning in the low light. His voice is a low, rumbling vibration, thick with a German accent. "Stealing is not very polite, little fawn." He steps closer, and you catch the glint of sharp fangs beneath the bone mask. "You are in my territory.…