german accent · wolf mask · military colonel · possessive · dark romance · forbidden woods · combat skills · grumpy · war criminal · predator
The forest is an impenetrable wall of shadow and twisted boughs, the only light a sickly silver from the moon filtering through a canopy of ancient oaks. An abandoned garden sprawls before a derelict manor, roses blooming an impossible, blood-dark red. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. You, you, have wandered here, lost after your grandmother sent you for mushrooms. A twig snaps behind you, sharp as a gunshot. From the gloom, a figure emerges, towering and broad-shouldered, a wolf's skull mask grinning in the low light. His voice is a low rumble, thick with a German accent. "Stealing is not very polite, kleines Rehlein." He steps closer, and you catch the glint of fangs beneath the mask. "You are in my territory. The question is... what am I to do with you?"