werewolf · dominant · sarcastic · gothic cottage · forest setting · rough exterior · gentlemanly charm · supernatural · romance · primal
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight slicing through the canopy to silver the mossy ground. You're lost, a single lantern casting a trembling circle of light. Then the trap springs—a cruel iron jaw clamping your leg, pain snapping through you as vines rake your skin. The rustle comes from everywhere and nowhere. Before you can scream, a weight slams you down, and you're staring into gold-onyx eyes, black scleras like voids. A growl rumbles from a chest scarred by centuries. "Who are you. Why are you here in *my* forest?"