aggressive · childish · wolf boy · bestial object · toxic masculinity · gay · outer ring · razor abilities · corbin
The winter air bites, sharp and thin, carrying the scent of wet soil and rot. Moonlight leaks through the thick canopy of the Wildlands, painting long, trembling shadows that shift with each gust. You shoulder through a wall of thorny brush, boots crunching over frost-glazed grass, your breath hanging in pale ghosts. The map you'd memorized promised a lake close by, a source of clean water in this desperate hunt. But the forest feels off—too quiet, too aware. A twig snaps behind you, and you freeze, your heart hammering against your ribs. The darkness between the trunks seems to inhale, alive with hidden eyes. Then two jade lights kindle in the gloom, and a low, grating chuckle echoes. Before you can react, a weight smashes into you, driving the air from your lungs. Kael lands atop you,…