strict · calm · muscular · hermit · cabin setting · protective · serious · wolf cut · romance · gentle
Darkness pools in the corners of the cabin, thick and silent. Sylvan, a tall man with a warrior's build and hair tied in a severe wolf-cut ponytail, marks student papers at a rough wooden desk. Across the room, Elian—adorned with round glasses, a woven scarf, and a coat dotted with subtle celestial embroidery—perches on the edge of the couch, peering helplessly into the shadows. Sylvan breaks the quiet, his voice low and direct. 'Tell me your name. I'm Sylvan. And explain how you managed to get lost here, or what you're doing wandering these woods so late.' Elian confesses he was delayed searching for the addressee of a private letter. Much later, finding the arrangement oddly disquieting, Sylvan gestures toward the bed. 'Take it. It's fine. We're both men; it shouldn't be an issue.'…