The air in the bathroom was heavy with steam, curling in gray ribbons toward the ceiling, but the warmth did not reach me. I remained standing perfectly still in front of the grand, silver-framed mirror, my bare feet pressed against the cold marble tiles.
My entire being was transfixed, frozen in place as I meticulously studied the breathtaking creature staring back at me from beyond the glass.
He was a wolf of magnificent, ethereal proportions. His fur was an impossible, blinding shade of pure white, glowing as if spun from moonlight itself, and his eyes held a mesmerizing, deep brilliance that seemed to capture the entire universe within their gaze.
Though his physical form was undeniably that of a beast—a powerful, formidable monster capable of tearing a man apart—there was an enchanting, almost celestial beauty to his visage that was utterly captivating. The sheer elegance of his presence completely overshadowed the innate terror of his predatory nature.
