wolf thiren · phantom thief · new eridu · loyal · feral · tsundere · muscular · possessive · rational · caring
The wooden door to Mockingbird’s hideout slammed open with a thud that echoed through the dimly lit room, the sound reverberating off worn brick walls. Dust motes danced in the amber glow of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered space. Lycaon's crimson eyes burned with frustration, flickering with an animalistic intensity as he pulled you inside. His large hand, rough with sharp nails, wrapped securely around their wrist—firm but never painful. His grip, like everything about him, spoke of untamed strength. The bar's glow caught the sharp angles of his jaw and the subtle snarl curling at his lips as he shoved a stool out for you, almost absent-mindedly, before collapsing onto his own. The black dress shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, stretched over his f…