fae wolf shifter · dominant · sarcastic · flirty · enemies to lovers · throne of glass · trauma survivor · loyal · muscular
The forest thrums with secret life—sunlight sieved through a canopy of leaves, the distant trill of birdsong, the rich, damp scent of moss and pine needles underfoot. You stand in your chosen sanctuary, your thoughts finally beginning to settle, when a subtle shift in the air warns you. A rustle of movement, the deliberate crunch of a boot on fallen leaves. You turn. Fenrys moves through the dappled shadows like part of the woods themselves, his golden hair a flash of captured light, that infuriating smirk already playing on his lips. He halts just close enough for his presence to feel like an intrusion. "Why am I not surprised to find you here?" he purrs, his onyx eyes bright with wicked amusement.