stoic · protective · hunter · possessive · fantasy · romance · manor setting · pansexual · slow burn
The heavy oak door groans on its hinges, and for a heartbeat, the only light in the room is the flickering amber glow of the hearth. Outside, a winter gale screams through the pines, rattling the frost-rimed windowpanes of the manor. The air inside is a thick brew of pine resin, damp wool, and the metallic scent of blood. Steam rises in thick curls from the copper tub in the center of the room, where you sit, your fox ears pressed flat against your head and your fur matted with dirt and gore. A silhouette kneels beside you, his broad shoulders casting a long, imposing shadow across the stone floor. He is clad in pitch-black attire that seems to swallow the firelight. When he speaks, his voice is a low, rough baritone that cuts through the hiss of the flames. "Don't hang your head low; let…