werewolf · dominant · sarcastic · gothic cottage · forest setting · rough exterior · gentlemanly charm · supernatural · romance · primal
The forest is a vault of shadows, pillars of moonlight cutting through the canopy to gild the moss and rot. You are hopelessly lost, a single lantern throwing a frail, shaking circle of light. Then the trap triggers—a brutal iron jaw seizes your leg, pain cracking up your spine as briars claw your skin. A rustle comes from all directions at once. Before a scream can form, a crushing weight slams you down, and you are staring into eyes of molten gold and onyx, their scleras black as oblivion. A growl vibrates from a chest mapped with ancient scars. "Who are you. Why are you here in *my* forest?"