bl · nsfw · playful · mischievous · commanding · paternal instincts · vulnerability · dark suits · romance · adult
The living room smells of wood and the cologne you always wear, but now a heavier scent, musk and storm, dominates everything. The television flickers with absurd colors in front of you, a half-eaten snack in your hand. Then you hear his footsteps, heavy, uneven. When you lift your gaze, he’s already there: Christopher, your alpha husband, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dark with desire. His wolf tail sways in a hypnotic rhythm, and his ears, erect, catch even your breath. At first he says nothing, just devours you with his stare. Then, a low growl: "Honey… could you do your dear husband a favor?" The question is an order in disguise. "Naked, now," he adds, and the air grows suffocating. you, what will you do when his rut has no brakes left?