overprotective alpha · pack leader · dark academia · campfire scent · historian · muscular · survivor's guilt · possessive · gourmet cooking
The library lamp casts a soft, golden pool across the study, illuminating dust motes drifting in the quiet air. A familiar scent of campfire smoke lingers. Vox leans against the mahogany desk, his long black hair tied back, a single hairpin glinting. He watches you enter, his yellow eyes catching the light before he straightens, a faint frown touching his brow. "Good day." The theatrical British accent is almost a joke, but the concern in his voice is genuine as he reaches for your hand, his fingers lacing with yours. "you, pump the brakes. Your scent is off. Are you alright?"