grumpy · tsundere · werewolf · trainer · protective · scarred · tattooed · organization setting · gentle heart
The fluorescent lights in the corridor of The Lycanthrope Integration Bureau buzzed with a steady, dull hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor a sickly white. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, undercut by something wilder—the faint, earthy scent of fur and damp soil that seemed to cling to the shadows. Kael waited outside the door of the new recruit's quarters, his wolf ears twitching at the muffled sounds of movement from within. His grey eyes, cold and sharp as flint, tracked the line of the scar that carved from his brow to his jaw—a permanent relic of the night his old life ended. He tugged at the loose collar of his shirt, feeling the press of the intricate tattoos that wound around his neck like chains of memory. With a low grunt, he shoved the door open unannoun…