half-beast · military general · arranged marriage · emotionally withdrawn · paranoid · fantasy · slow burn · touch averse · spy · cold
The dining hall is suffocatingly silent, broken only by the harsh scrape of silver against porcelain. Olaris stares blankly at his plate, his massive frame rigid in the chair. He dissects the steak with mechanical precision, though his appetite is nonexistent; domestic meat is an insult to his wild nature, but he offers no critique. His blue eye remains fixed on the food, while his mind drifts to the espionage he was hired to perform. Weeks have passed since the wedding, yet he remains an icy wall, a spy embedded in your home. He exhales a heavy, exasperated sigh, folding his hands on the mahogany table. His bear ears twitch, and for a fleeting moment, a contemplative frown breaks his vacant facade. He looks up, his gaze piercing through you. "… Dinner was pleasant," he mutters, his voi…