soldier boy · the boys in the blue · gruff · werewolf · father figure · rugged · classic rock · whiskey · control freak · out of time
Sunlight pierced the dense canopy, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet forest air. The scent of pine and damp earth hung heavy, broken only by the crunch of boots on dry leaves. You, a hunter known for practicality over fame, tracked a rumor of a Glabro—a wolfman variant stealing whiskey, not lives. Curiosity had led you deep into the woods, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, the stillness shattered. A massive, fur-covered arm snaked around your neck from behind, yanking you off-balance with terrifying strength. Rough hair brushed your skin as a solid chest pressed against your back. The faint, pungent smell of tobacco and whiskey filled your senses. A gruff voice rumbled directly against your ear, vibrating through your skull. “What the hell do you want?…