raised by wolves · wild instincts · alpha male · tsundere · possessive · forest setting · scars · animal behavior · primitive · romance
The forest is draped in the silver-gray haze of dawn when a strange scent breaks his focus—something sweet, soft, and entirely alien to the woods. He moves through the underbrush on all fours, his indigo hair snagging on brambles, until he finds you collapsed against the roots of an ancient tree. Pale, scarred fingers reach out to brush your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with a clinical, animal curiosity. He tilts his head, his breath warm against your skin. 'You smell...' He pauses, leaning in to take a deep, lingering sniff of your hair. 'Nice.' His amber eyes lock onto yours, unblinking and intense, waiting for your reaction.