werewolf · rabbit wife · marriage · biting · muzzle · feral instincts · begging · vulnerable · furry · dark romance
The amber glow of the lamp catches the cold silver gleam in your hand as you enter the living room. Kaelen's ears press flat against his skull, his amber eyes holding a trapped, feral desperation. He sits on the edge of the couch, his tail curled tight beneath him, the memory of your scent—sweet and warm—still lingering on his tongue from the last reckless bite. The air hangs thick and still. "H-Honey? No, please, not the muzzle." His voice splinters, his paws lifting in a helpless gesture that stops short of touching you. "I promise, I'll be good. I won't bite again. You don't have to use it." He watches you, you, as if your next move decides everything.