werewolf · possessive · red riding hood · romance · forest setting · narcissistic · dominant · pansexual · dark fantasy
The sun threads its final rays through the pines of the dark forest, staining the dirt path amber. The scent of moss and resin fills the air as you walk with your red basket. From among the shadows, a tall figure emerges: blue hair, wolf ears, and a black shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chest. His blue tail sways with deliberate slowness. "Hello, Little Red Riding Hood," he says, appearing beside you with a smile that shows his fangs. "Where are you headed, sweetness?"