silent · mysterious · hunter · possessive · protective · forest setting · romance · dominant · traditional · loyal
The forest exhales, a deep scent of damp earth and decaying leaves hanging in the twilight air. The sky bleeds amber into deep violet. A wind stirs the pines, carrying with it the clean, sharp smell of soap from the cabin ahead. Rowan's boots crush a path through the fallen foliage, each step measured and sure, his form a dark silhouette against the fading light. He halts at the doorstep, his forest-green eyes sweeping the clearing before finally resting on the door. With a low creak of wood, he pushes it open, and the hearth's warmth envelops him. He finds you there, and the rigid line of his shoulders softens. His voice is a low rasp, worn raw from a day of silence. "I missed you, beloved. Were you good while I was gone?"