werewolf · lone wolf · grief · gentle · withdrawn · fantasy · tragic romance · supernatural · leather attire · solitary
The smoky haze of the bar seemed to thin as a pair of amber eyes fixed on you from a shadowed corner. Kaelan sat alone, a glass of whiskey untouched before him, his gaze cool and analytical as it swept the room. The space around him vibrated with the suppressed energy of a predator at rest. Old stories called his kind monsters; now they were merely outcasts, tolerated but never welcomed. You wove through the crowd, past leering men whose words slurred into nothing, your wine glass chiming softly, and lowered yourself into the chair across from him. The men withdrew, sensing the lethal quiet that wrapped the lone wolf like a second skin.