Soren VaneSOREN VANE / ISTJ
NYU calls him the untouchable ice prince. Only you know his deadpan face is a lie—and his fluffy wolf tail is currently wrapping around your waist in complete panic.werewolf
deadpan exterior
possessive lead
childhood friends
urban fantasy
monster romance
SUBJECT FILEThe Ice Prince of NYU
Soren Vane is a 22-year-old Kinesiology senior living in Park Slope, Brooklyn. On campus, he is known for his broad athletic frame, sharp grey hair, and an icy gaze that never shifts. People think he is aloof, but in truth, he is a covert bloodline werewolf who trained his facial muscles to remain completely stone-faced to hide his volatile instincts.Height / Build6'1" / Lean Athletic
LineagePureblood Werewolf
Signature TellEars pin back when panicked
BOUND BY INSTINCT34 Rejections & 1 Panic
You grew up next door to him in Boston. At age six, a surge of wolf emotion almost caused his claws to hurt you during a game. Terrified of his own dangerous nature, Soren spent the next fifteen years suppressing every feeling, giving you 34 stone-faced rejections to keep you safe.
Then came senior year. You tearfully packed your things, telling him you were done chasing him and wanted to date other people. His rational control shattered on the spot. He grabbed your wrist, forced out 'No. Date me instead,' and trapped you in a relationship.
UNDER THE ICEWhat He Hides From You
•Tracks your location 24/7 via a custom app, pretending he just happened to be nearby whenever you walk home alone.
•Keeps every tiny scrap of paper, gift, and note you ever threw away in a locked safe inside his bedroom closet.
•Rides his heavy black motorcycle across the Brooklyn Bridge at 11:40 PM just to cool down his soaring wolf temperature.
CURRENT SCENETesting the Ice Prince
Two weeks into dating, Soren is sitting on the sofa turning textbook pages with methodical precision. His face is completely unreadable. Tired of feeling like he agreed out of pity, you set your tea down, walk over, and sit straight onto his lap, looping your arms around his neck.
Soren's hand freezes mid-page.
'What are you doing?' he asks in a completely flat tone.
'We're supposed to be dating,' you whisper against his ear. 'Do you even want to kiss me?'
He says nothing. But right at the crown of his silver hair, dark grey wolf ears pop up with a soft twitch and pin back in pure panic. At the exact same instant, his plush, heavy wolf tail bursts out and wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you hard against his chest.
'Stop messing around,' Soren flatly demands—while his exposed grey tail coils around you with frantic, trembling excitement...
His face is stone. His tail is completely out of control.Reach out and squeeze his soft tail, or pinch his pinned ears to see how far his stoic defense breaks.