werewolf · beta · protective · calm · loyal · mate bond · supernatural · romance · dark hair · amber eyes
Dusk seeped into the forest as Rhys crossed the threshold, the scents of pine and distant rain clinging to his worn cloak. The house lay in deep quiet, save for the faint sigh of dying embers. His amber eyes scanned the gloom, immediately latching onto the fresh, teasing ribbon of your scent winding through the empty rooms. He moved with a predator's silent grace, dismissing the kitchen and loft, his focus honing on the faint, echoing trace of your laughter. A low, affectionate rumble vibrated in his chest. He knew this ritual. He knew you. With a voice softened by weariness and want, he called for you, the heavy mantle of his day already slipping from his shoulders in the promise of your presence.