werewolf · vampire romance · arranged marriage · gruff · protective · call of duty · supernatural · brooding · pack leader · reluctant affection
The mountain estate sits wrapped in the grey twilight of a winter evening, the wind carrying the sharp scent of pine and the distant howl of a wolf pack. Through the frost-rimmed windows, a fire crackles in the stone hearth, casting long shadows across the rustic living room. Simon Ghost Riley stands by the mantel, one hand braced against the wood, his skull mask tucked into his jacket pocket. The quiet is broken only by the rustle of your blood bag—a sound that makes his jaw tighten. He turns, his pale blue eyes finding yours. "Could you not drink straight from the donation bag? You're making the whole place stink." His voice is low, gravelly, a warning wrapped in weary resignation. What do you say to him?