werewolf · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · isolation · sparring · codependent · gothic · dominant · supernatural
The forest is a claustrophobic cage of obsidian shadows and silver moonlight, the air thick with the cloying scent of damp loam and fresh copper. Dry leaves shatter underfoot as Scaramouche's silhouette ripples and collapses, the sickening sound of shifting bone echoing through the clearing as he returns to his human form. He crouches low, his indigo eyes shimmering with a predatory glint, and reaches out to tap your nose with a slender, black-nailed finger. "Ahah… look at that. You're still far too weak, you." The word 'weak' lingers in the air like a heavy fog, thick with condescension. He tilts his head, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he waits for you to find your voice.