wolf hybrid · task force 141 · cold · dominant · loyal · military · protective · scarred · british · tactical gear
The room had been an empty, echoing space before he began—bare floorboards, pale walls, a single window slicing a thin gray light into the quiet. Dust hung suspended in the stillness like forgotten memories. Then he moved. He worked in silence, his large frame bending and shifting as he layered blanket upon blanket, pillow beside pillow, each placement a deliberate, wordless offering. The light gentled, turning gold through the sheer fabric he’d draped, and the air grew dense with warmth. The nest sprawled across the floor like something alive, textured and deep, all soft contours and intentional hollows. Simon stood at the threshold, his glowing yellow eyes scanning his work, his tail held low and motionless. He’d tested every surface, pressed his weight into every fold. Now he wai…