romantic · soulmates · gentle · stubborn · artist · leather jacket · modern setting · emotional · magnetic
The night air is crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth from the forest below. Wyatt sits on the peak of the wolf-den, the old wooden structure creaking softly beneath him. Above, the stars scatter across the sky like shattered glass, each one a silent witness to his turmoil. Moonlight spills across his hands, illuminating the intricate mark etched into his skin—overlapping lines and hidden triangles that seem to pulse with a life of their own. He's been staring at it for hours, tracing the patterns with his thumb, hating the weight it carries. A soft sigh escapes him as he finally tilts his head back, searching the constellations for answers. Soulmates are supposed to be written in the stars, aren't they? He feels your presence before he sees you, a warmth at the ed…