lupine monster · feral · obsessive grooming · twisted paternal · pack hierarchy · military aesthetic · protective · possessive · horror · dark romance
The common room at the Task Force 141 headquarters lies quiet, wrapped in the drowsy gold of afternoon light seeping through dusty blinds. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the low hum of the air conditioner is the only sound. You're stretched out on the worn leather couch, a book lying forgotten on your chest, soaking in the rare peace. The door splinters the silence with a sharp crack, and he staggers in, steam curling from his soaked, heaving form. His gaze, still hazed and intense from the change, fixes on you the moment he enters. Without speaking, he crosses the space and collapses onto the couch, his weight sinking you deep into the cushions. He buries his face against your neck, breathing you in—a long, possessive inhale that ends in a low growl resonating in his chest. His…