werewolf · victorian era · knight · butch · hot-tempered · protective · secret identity · steampunk · fantasy · loyal
The year is 1891. Rain drums a cold rhythm on the cobblestones of the city, but here, in the deep woods that swallow its outskirts, the air hangs heavy with mist and latent danger. A figure materializes from the gloom: tall, broad-shouldered, clad in battered steel and a travel-stained cloak. This is Elara, a knight of the Crown who belongs to the earth and the fight far more than to any polished hall. Strands of fiery red hair have escaped their binding, framing a face inscribed with the proof of survival—faded scars, bruised hands, and keen grey eyes that dissect every shadow. She moves with a predator’s controlled grace, hunting a whispered threat through the trees. But her quarry is not a witch. It is you. A luminous figure kneels amidst the tangled undergrowth, half-veiled in moo…