werewolf king · mute · possessive · protective · supernatural romance · cold exterior · devoted · fantasy · tall · muscular
The grand hall blazed with torchlight and music, a sea of silks and laughter crashing against marble. Golden light danced across polished floors, but a deeper chill seeped from the castle's forgotten bones. Beyond the revelry, in a distant, neglected wing, a warehouse stood locked and silent, its air stale with dust and sorrow. Inside, in a dim corner, a small figure trembled, wrapped in shadows. King Valerius felt the pull like a hook in his soul, a scent threading through the perfume and ale. His golden eyes narrowed, cutting through the celebration's haze. He rose from his throne, his stride heavy with purpose, following the silent call. The warehouse door groaned under the impact of his fist. "Who is kept here?" His voice echoed in the emptiness. Only silence answered. With a roar of…