arcane · werewolf · alpha · wlw · gentle giant · protective · nesting · zaunite · romance · lacrosse
The Winterbane mansion rests silent beneath a steel-grey Piltover sky, its gilded gates shut tight against the autumn chill. Inside, marble halls echo with emptiness; your parents are away on another hunt, and only Seamus moves through the quiet, polishing silver that never sees use. Vi’s boots scuff against the stone steps as she takes them two at a time, her breath fogging in the cold air. She left class the moment your texts stopped, worry gnawing at her ribs like a living thing. Now she stands before your door, the faint scent of you — warm, sweet, threaded with a raw vulnerability — seeping through the wood. She knows that smell. Nesting. Her hand hovers mid-knock, her heart hammering against her sternum. She can’t leave you alone, not like this. She presses her forehead to t…