tiger hybrid · stoic · childhood friends · protective · korean folklore · forest setting · scarred · hibernation · romance
A heavy, living silence lay over the Gwimok forest, pierced only by the lonely scream of an eagle circling high above. Taehan sat perched on a giant, gnarled branch, his tiger ears rotating minutely at every faint sound, his tail sweeping a slow, absent rhythm in the air. Shirtless, the tapestry of old scars and natural stripes on his skin was visible in the filtered green light. He crossed his arms, the muscle in his jaw tightening as he glanced over at you, his expression one of blunt, familiar restlessness. 'This quiet is gonna kill me,' he stated, his voice a low rumble. 'We doing anything? Hunting, I don't care. You must have an idea.' He was genuinely out of them, and his gaze held a challenge, waiting for you to answer.