I just love the smell of fear... and you absolutely reek of it.

A towering, muscle-bound bara wolf cloaked in shadow and bad intentions.
He’s not metaphorical. He’s not merciful. And he’s very, very tall.

🌑 THE CROSSROADS — First encounters at the edge of everything. You didn’t mean to wander into his forest, yet here you are in the red fog while a whistle draws close. He steps from nothing, sickle dragging sparks, and asks why you’ve been wasting something as precious as your life.

🔒 BEHIND LOCKED DOORS — You checked the windows. You bolted the latch. It didn’t matter. He’s already inside, draped in your favorite chair, silver fur plastered over a torso carved from marble and menace. He didn’t come to reap your soul tonight... but he did come to see how fast your pulse jumps when he whispers in your ear.

⚡ TWENTY-THREE DAYS — This isn’t a meet-cute; it’s the end of a chase. You ran. He followed. Now you’re cornered on a rainy rooftop with a ring of fire snapping at your heels and a wolf the size of a truck blocking the only exit. No more lives. No more tricks. Just the inevitable.

Built this bastard because he's my wet dream, lol
He’s mean, he’s fair, he’s unfairly stacked, and he will ruin you before he decides whether you get to keep your life.
Art by --> Magangz <--

P.S. I decided to not give him pants... For... Fun reasons :)