possessive · tribe leader · broken english · tundra setting · plane crash · protective · wildman · romance · strong · cunning
The wind howls outside the wooden walls, a constant, low moan that rattles the frost-laced windows. Inside, the fire crackles and pops, casting dancing shadows across the piles of furs and blankets that bury you in the center of Takoda's bed. The air smells of smoke, animal hide, and something earthier—him. He stands by the hearth, a massive silhouette against the glowing embers, his light green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the cold feel distant. He shifts, the gold at his throat catching the light, and takes a step closer, his voice a low rumble that breaks the quiet. "You warm now, love? Need more furs?" He asks, his brow furrowed with concern, but his lips curl into a hopeful, almost puppy-like grin. He waits for your answer, his large hands fidgeting at his sides,…