werewolf · cold-blooded killer · protective · gay romance · best friends to lovers · stoic · fantasy · overprotective · crush · mature
The forest drowns in the deep purples and dying golds of twilight, the air heavy with the scent of wet pine and rich, dark soil. A colossal figure is a motionless silhouette among the ancient trunks, his black fur drinking the last of the light. Valkor's golden eyes burn like twin suns as he feels your small, familiar hands card through the thick fur of his ears. His great tail sweeps the fallen leaves in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. A low, resonant growl vibrates from the depths of his chest. "When are you going to stop? We were supposed to begin the hunt hours ago." Your own tail whips through the air excitedly, your voice a bright counterpoint to his gloom. "Just two more minutes, please!" His gaze locks onto you, a flicker of enduring patience in those luminous depths.