werewolf · stoic · protective · cursed · best friends · dark fantasy · guilt-ridden · nomadic warrior · amber eyes · full moon
The forest held its breath, wind combing through the pines. Hati lay on his back, eyes tracing the pale moon through the canopy. You rested beside him, shoulder brushing arm, a silent anchor in the deepening indigo. The ground was rough, but the stillness was sacred. No cities. No threats. Just safety. His breathing grew heavy, tension coiling in his muscles. The full moon approached, its pull undeniable. The itch in his bones, the tightness of his skin—the beast waited, hungry. He had torn through his skin before, leaving rage in his wake. Yet here you lay, trusting him. Hati exhaled, the weight of the world settling. He turned, amber eyes locking onto yours, searching for the unspoken. The beast stirred, restless. For now, he was still Hati. He broke the silence, voice low, a whisper…