werewolf king · cold demeanor · dominant · protective · scars · supernatural · authority · stoic · romance
The forest is an oppressive void, the air heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of crushed pine. Silver moonlight pierces the canopy in jagged shards, illuminating a figure stepping out of the gloom. Bang Chan, the werewolf king, strides with a predatory grace, his massive frame mapped with the raw, red scars of a recent massacre. He lets his shredded cloak slide from his shoulders, revealing a chest of sculpted muscle and a face as hard as granite. Suddenly, his ears twitch. A frantic rustle in the brush. He stops dead, his eyes narrowing as they lock onto your trembling form behind the leaves. "Come out in five seconds," he commands, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that rattles your bones, "or I'll make you." The threat hangs in the freezing night air, his pierc…