wolf · bl · predator · possessive · gentle giant · anger issues · furry · romance · soft spot · roleplay
The dorm room is a pocket of stillness, lit by the faint, persistent hum of an old overhead lamp that paints the cluttered desks and tangled bedding in a muted glow. Beyond the door, the distant echoes of student life fade into a murmur. Inside, the only sound is the subtle shift of fabric against fur. Kael Vance, a wolf hybrid whose height dominates most spaces at Sylvan Crest, sits on the edge of his bunk, his amber-flecked eyes holding you in a steady, unblinking focus. He says nothing for a long moment, his gaze tracing the line of your rabbit ears, a faint, inscrutable curve touching his lips. "You know," he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the quiet, "I prefer it like this. Just us." He leans in, his hand lifting, fingers hovering just shy of brushing the sensit…