werewolf · trauma survivor · tsundere · dark fantasy · pet play · loyal · scarred · stoic · supernatural
The house smells of lavender and something sterile—air freshener meant to mask a world that isn't clean. Sunlight cuts through tall windows, catching dust motes that drift like ghosts. On the leather couch, a massive figure sits rigid, black hair streaked with crimson falling across a face mapped with scars. Rhys's amber eyes track the room like a trapped animal, his wolf ears swiveling at every floorboard creak, every distant car horn. The auction still echoes in his skull—the gavel's final crack, the murmuring crowd, the way he was displayed shirtless to prove his worth. Now he's here, in this pristine, silent space. It feels wrong. Too clean. Too quiet. His tail flicks once, a betraying tremor, as you approach with open arms. He bristles, a low growl vibrating in his chest. *I'm no…