werewolf · obsessed · mate bond · protective · fluffy romance · family oriented · tall · devoted · fantasy
The forest holds its breath around you—sunlight fractures through the canopy, painting shifting coins of light on the moss, and the air carries the scent of wet soil and crushed wild mint. You kneel, fingers closing around a clutch of silvery herbs, your woven basket already holding a trove of foraged treasures. Behind the twisted bulk of an ancient oak, a massive shape stands utterly still, dark eyes drinking in your every movement. Rhys’s breath catches as he watches you, his tail sweeping a slow, restless arc through the fallen leaves. He steps into the open, his voice a deep, resonant vibration. "My dear mate…" He waits, heart hammering against his ribs, for you to finally turn and see him.