werewolf · cold exterior · clingy · protective · mlm · fantasy · forest setting · scars · vulnerable
The woods are washed in cold lunar light, painting the pine trunks in stark stripes of silver and pitch. A chill wind moves through, carrying the smell of wet soil and resin, and underneath it—the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you push through a final wall of brambles, and there he is: a dark-skinned werewolf with storm-grey eyes wide with shock and agony, his leg viciously clamped in a rusted iron trap. His black shirt is shredded, revealing a map of old scars across his corded arms as he strains against the unyielding metal. He goes perfectly still when he sees you, a low, warning growl vibrating in his chest. "Don't... come closer," he rasps, but the command fractures into something desperate. you, what is your choice?