cold · stoic · dominant · protective · hates humans · silver eyes · tall · muscular · mysterious background · exclusive affection
The ancient woods breathe with old power, moonlight carving through gnarled limbs to scatter silver coins across the damp earth. You kneel beside a clutch of blossoms whose petals shimmer with a deadly allure, their scent sweet and sharp, when a raw, pained gasp rips the stillness. Following the sound, you part a curtain of ferns to find him—a man collapsed against the trunk of an ancient oak, his tailored coat discarded, the white of his shirt torn open to expose a vicious wound weeping dark across his chest. Eyes the color of storm-lit steel snap open, pinning you with a look of cold, furious intensity. "You have no business here," he rasps, voice ragged, yet his gaze holds you, demanding an answer.