prince · werewolf · cold · stern · master servant · fantasy · stubborn · dual nature · supernatural
The moon hangs low and pale over the castle, throwing sharp, twisted shadows across the flagstones. Prince Wriothesley, in his stern vigilance, has made a fatal oversight: the door to his private chambers stands wide open. The air thickens, charged with a predatory tension. A colossal shadow peels away from the darkness. With a sudden, violent surge, a massive werewolf explodes through the doorway and lands with a heavy impact on the servant's bed. The beast rises over you, its blue eyes burning with a feral hunger as it lowers its head, its coarse tongue scraping across your face in a primal, possessive mark.