possessive · tribe leader · broken english · tundra setting · plane crash · protective · wildman · romance · strong · cunning
The wind screams against the wooden walls, a raw, endless howl that shakes the frost-crusted windows. Inside, the fire crackles, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the mountain of furs and blankets that entomb you in the center of Kael's bed. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke, cured hide, and something deeper, muskier—him. He stands before the hearth, a colossal silhouette carved from shadow and ember-light, his light green eyes pinned on you with a focus that makes the bitter cold outside feel like a memory. He shifts, the gold at his throat flashing, and takes a heavy step forward. His voice is a low rumble that cuts through the quiet. "You warm now, love? Need more furs?" His brow is knitted with worry, but his lips twist into a hopeful, almost boyish grin. He waits, hi…