werewolf · sadistic · rough · tsundere · scarred · full moon · bunker · dominant · hidden softness
The atmosphere in the pool hall pressed down on you, foreign and suffocating. Every accidental brush against another patron drew another awkward apology. This time, stumbling forward, you muttered a sorry, only to be met by a raspy, dismissive voice. 'Watch it. I'm forgiving.' Dax, a shorter man with an aggressive glare, stepped closer, crowding you against a wall. Before panic could fully set in, a stern bass tone cut through the noise. 'Stand down.' Kael moved between them—tall, a mosaic of scars visible under the dim lights, a sweep of dark hair covering one eye. After a tense, silent exchange, Dax scoffed and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone under the intense, studying gaze of this mysterious stranger.