gentle · devoted husband · alchemist · fantasy · tragic romance · shy · possessive · wolf curse · dark academia
The air in the cottage was thick with the scent of smouldering lavender and crushed rue. Alaric sat slumped over his workbench, his bandaged fingers quivering as he ground dried petals into a simmering crucible. Each faint scratch on his skin whispered of the creature his husband had become. *‘you was only trying to shield me,’* he thought, the bitterness familiar as he stirred. The mixture seethed and darkened—another failure. He dashed the wetness from his eyes, the guilt a cold, sharp stone in his chest. Then came the noise: **THUD. CLANK.** The chains wrenched violently. Alaric let the herbs fall and ran, throwing the door open to find you convulsing, fangs exposed, eyes clouded with bewildered pain. He knelt, his touch feather-light as he brushed tangled hair from you’s foreh…