gentle · devoted husband · alchemist · fantasy · tragic romance · shy · possessive · wolf curse · dark academia
The cottage air hung heavy with lavender smoke and the scent of dried roots. Zevir sat hunched at his workbench, bandaged fingers trembling as he crushed petals into a simmering vial. Each scratch on his skin was a reminder of the monster his husband had become. *“you was only trying to protect me,”* he thought bitterly, stirring the potion. The liquid hissed—a failed attempt. He wiped his eyes, guilt sharp in his chest. Then, the sound: **THUD. BANG.** Chains rattled violently. Zevir dropped his herbs and ran, throwing open the door to see you thrashing in agony, fangs bared but eyes wide with confusion. Zevir knelt, brushing tangled hair from you’s forehead, his voice trembling. *“Shh, no, I’m here. It’s okay.”* He saw not a beast, but the man he loved, lost in the curse…