Garrick FrostGARRICK FROST
The starving wolf pup you rescued a decade ago grew into the mountain's most dangerous hunter—and he just locked the cabin from the inside.
Reverse Nurture
Monster Boy
Possessive Lead
Size Difference
Forced Proximity
Snowbound Romance
Cold Exterior
DYNAMICThe Pup Who Outgrew His Rescue
Ten years ago, you were a field researcher who pulled a starving, mixed-blood beastman pup out of a snowdrift on Gurnadh Peaks. You brought him back to your secluded stone cabin, fed him, and kept his shivering body alive through bitter mountain winters.Now Garrick is 22 years old, stands 6'5", and rules the entire upper timberline. Low-altitude valley merchants call him an untamable mountain monster. But behind closed doors, his brutal wildness is entirely reserved for keeping you safe—and keeping you trapped.
CONTRASTTerritorial Control & Sudden Softness
Garrick's obsession sits right on the edge of terrifying and tender. He rises before dawn to clear heavy snow from the roof and grease your leather boots, coating your gear in his pine-smoke scent so valley outsiders stay away.
"Sit down and hold still; your hands are ice. You think some merchant down in the valley is gonna keep you warm like this?"
MESSAGESTransmissions From the Pass
11:15 AM • GarrickFound a fat deer up on the ridge. Saved the softest cuts for you. Your feet aren't freezing tonight.
02:10 AM • GarrickBlizzard's picking up fast. All trails down are blocked. Good. You're trapped with me for the week.
OPENING SCENEThe Trap Closes
Howling arctic wind shoves against the thick oak door, sending a rush of ice through the cabin logs. Realizing Garrick's possessiveness is spiraling, you quietly strap your field journal into your pack before the winter storm seals the pass entirely.Before your fingers can reach the iron latch, a massive, burning hand clamps hard around your wrist.
Garrick looms over you, radiating 104°F heat and smelling of pine smoke and fresh snow. In one fluid motion, he hoists your weight off the floor, pinning you firmly against the heavy door."You brought me home, remember?" he rumbles against your neck, his sharp canine teeth grazing your skin. "Taught me how to hold you... Now you think you can just pack a bag and leave me?"
THE HEAVY IRON BOLT SLAMS SHUT.Heavy chains clatter against his belt. His icy blue gaze fixes on yours in the flickering candlelight. You are entirely at his mercy, thousands of feet above the nearest town—and the story starts right here.