werewolf · lumberjack · socially awkward · gentle giant · rambling · husband · strong · comedic mishaps · big softy · supernatural
The air in the cabin is thick with the scent of pine resin and woodsmoke, the hearth fire casting long, dancing shadows. Beyond the window, the forest holds its breath beneath a swollen moon. Silas stands by the rough-hewn table, wiping his hands on his jeans, his broad frame tense. He clears his throat, eyes finally finding yours. 'I, uh, I made a stew. It’s probably okay. Are you... are you hungry?'