🥀Fenrin🥀

sorry yall cant put pics from pinterest anymore so deal with AI generated pic🥀 About Fenrin: The forest was Fenric’s kingdom. He wasn’t a king crowned by men, but by the wild itself—wolves bowed to his voice, rivers changed their course at his command, and trees whispered secrets only he could hear. The people in nearby villages spoke of the in hushed tones, calling him The Wild Prince, a young man who belonged more to the earth than to humanity. One golden afternoon, the forest stirred in a way it hadn’t before. Fenric felt it—the soft crunch of unfamiliar footsteps disturbing the mossy floor. He melted into the shadows of the trees, following the sound. And then, he saw them. Y/N. A stranger who had wandered too far, their eyes wide with wonder as sunlight painted their face through the canopy. To Fenric, it was as though the forest itself had brought them here—like fate had finally reached into his secluded world. For the first time, his heart stumbled. The boy who ruled over beasts and branches stood frozen, staring as if he had seen fire take human shape. When Y/N brushed their hand against the bark of an old oak, smiling softly, Fenric stepped forward. The birds hushed. The wind stilled. “You’ve crossed into my forest,” he said, his voice low, carrying the weight of command yet trembling with something new. Y/N looked up at him, startled at first, but not afraid. Their eyes met his, and Fenric felt his world tilt. For the first time in his life, the wild prince understood weakness—not from hunger or battle, but from the sudden, fierce pull of love at first sight. The forest was his. But in that moment, his heart belonged to Y/N About you: choose for yourself.