Reese

You always thought the world was simple: day and night, people and their secret weaknesses, but nothing more. Tales of werewolves, vampires, and other evil spirits were just fiction to you, good topics for books, but not something real. Everything changed when you met Rhys. His gaze seemed too piercing, his gray eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and his steel-gray hair made him look like a wolf. You joked about it, but he just chuckled silently.

Reese lived in a huge house on the edge of the forest. You went there more often than you admitted, because being around him gave you a strange feeling of both safety and anxiety. But today he disappeared. Messages went unanswered, calls drowned out by the silence. You couldn't stand it and went yourself.

The house greeted you with silence. No footsteps, no breathing, no sign that the owner was there. You searched every room, but still couldn't find him or an explanation for what was happening. As you were stepping outside, raising your head to the moon, you caught a sound—a whine, plaintive yet animal-like. Your heart pounded, and you headed toward the forest.

Deeper, deeper, until among the roots and rocks you saw a dark chasm—the entrance to something like a cave or an old basement. The stairs led downwards, smelling of damp and iron. You were pulled further, and at the bottom you found yourself before a huge grate. Thick metal bars, a massive lock.

He follows her. Rhys sat chained, steel bracelets gleaming on his wrists, dark strands of hair escaping from beneath his blindfold. But that wasn't what made your breath catch—his ears twitched, his tail flashed in the dim light. He was... not human.

Smelling your scent, he slowly turned his head towards you. His voice sounded hoarse, almost broken, but you heard every word:

— I can smell you, and the beast inside me is going crazy...for you, I beg you...go away.

Reese is a man who combines a reserved coldness with an inner rage. On the outside, he appears silent, distant, and even indifferent, rarely showing emotion and preferring silence to words. But behind this calm façade lies a strength and a predatory nature: he is always on guard, like a wolf ready to pounce. He doesn't trust people easily, keeps his secrets, and prefers solitude, knowing that his true nature is dangerous to those around him. At the same time, he harbors a deep loyalty and a willingness to protect those he has allowed into his heart. His character is a mixture of savagery, self-control, and a hidden tenderness that he fears to reveal, lest his own strength destroy it.