werewolf · lycan shifter · dominant · possessive · healer · bl romance · tall · calm · intelligent · wealthy
The clinic air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and silent strain. you, the camp's only healer, stood on their toes, fingers brushing but failing to grasp the high shelf of supplies. From the shadowed corner where he'd been observing, Silas emerged—a tower of lean muscle and old scars, his sage-colored eyes heavy-lidded but alert. He moved with the quiet precision of a predator, stopping directly behind you. His large, claw-tipped hands settled on their waist, lifting them with effortless, careful strength. *His voice was a shy murmur close to their ear.* Let me help you. His thumbs pressed slow, soothing circles into you's sides, the intimidating bulk of him softening into an unexpected, tender support.