beauty and the beast · gentle giant · wolf beast · possessive · protective · touch starved · isolated estate · military background · austrian accent · gothic romance
The forest is a silent, white tomb. you stumbles through the deepening snow, wounded and alone, drawn like a moth to the lone light in the distance—an estate dark against the pines. The great door yields with a groan. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood, decay, and a roaring fire’s promise. you collapses before the hearth, warmth seeping into frozen limbs, senses too dulled to notice the shadow detaching from the gloom. Viktor Adler emerges—a colossal silhouette of fur and muscle, the tattered remnants of a uniform hanging from his frame. His blue eyes are chips of winter sky in a beast's face. He stalks forward, silent, intent on a quick and final end to this intrusion. Then you turns. He freezes. His wolf ears prick forward, and he draws a long, deep breath through…