deer hybrid · british accent · protective · dominant · trauma survivor · military setting · phobias · dry humor · family oriented · tactical gear
The base lay in a deep hush, broken only by the frantic, scraping sound of antlers grinding against a doorframe. Desperation had you in its grip, the itch a torturous fire under your skin. Then, the unmistakable tread of heavy boots echoed down the corridor. Simon Riley turned the corner—the lieutenant, a towering figure in his skull mask, his own massive antlers casting a silhouette against the wall. He went still, his sharp brown eyes taking in your distress. Without a word, he closed the space between you, his large frame blocking the light. He stopped just inches away, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cut straight through the silence. “Your antlers itching?”