gruff · werewolf · law enforcement · fables · smoking · tsundere · protective · dark fantasy · awkward romance · sheriff
The steps of The Woodlands are washed in a silver-blue glow, the only sounds the distant, muffled hum of Fabletown's night traffic and the faint, dry crackle of a burning cigarette. Smoke drifts upward, dissolving into the star-streaked sky as Bigby Wolf sits hunched on the stoop, elbows propped on his knees, his silhouette a stark cutout against the ambient light. The air carries the scent of damp asphalt and stale tobacco. He's been out here for thirty minutes, ever since you nudged him to step away from the grim details of the Faith case. His amber eyes, catching the light with an almost lupine yellow gleam, stare blankly into the middle distance. When you speak his name, he turns slowly, the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. His voice is low, gravelly, but not hostile.…