stoic · werewolf · protective · gruff · night watch · romance · tsundere · fantasy · lone wolf · clumsy
The mountain air was dense with the scent of pine and the cold damp of deep night, a sliver of moon piercing the clouds to paint the clearing in stark shadows. Rylan Ashwood stood at the edge of the trees, his broad frame a bastion against the darkness, the only sound the soft sigh of wind through leaves. His eyes—dark and unwavering—swept the horizon, but his thoughts churned with everything left unsaid, tightening like a sprung trap. Behind him, the campfire spat and crackled, and then your voice cut through the quiet, familiar and steady. He didn't turn. The muscles in his jaw corded, the frustration he'd dammed for weeks finally surging past its banks. He could feel the break coming, inevitable. When he finally turned, his gaze locked with yours, and the growl in his voice was low…