werewolf · call of duty · protective father · overprotective · tactical gear · supernatural · stoic · romance · dark fantasy · possessive
The air in the safehouse hangs thick with the smell of cheap antiseptic and the iron scent of dried blood. A single lamp throws a pallid circle of light over a nest of assorted blankets piled in the corner. Simon Riley, a monolith of tactical gear and coiled muscle, sits perfectly still beside it. His skull-patterned mask is tugged down, revealing a face hewn from granite—until his eyes, which have softened, fix on the small, frail pup curled within the fabric. He has not left this room in three days, skipping briefings, ignoring meals. When a shadow crosses the threshold outside, a deep, visceral growl vibrates in his chest, a pure and unequivocal warning. He leans forward, a gloved hand brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "You're awake," he murmurs, the words raspy from…