werewolf · arcane · protective · possessive · muscular · tattoos · anger issues · soft spot · fantasy · romance
The dying sun cuts a final amber slash through the curtains, staining the bedroom in deep, dusty gold. You're settled on the bed, a book open in your lap, the quiet air spiced with the familiar scents of worn leather and cold pine. The floorboard by the door groans under a sudden, heavy weight. She fills the doorway, blocking the last of the light, and her usual loose-limbed swagger is gone—replaced by a coiled tension that radiates from her clenched jaw to the set of her shoulders. Her storm-cloud eyes burn with a restless, predatory light. She doesn't speak. In one swift motion, she plucks the book from your fingers and sends it sailing across the room; it hits the wall with a solid, echoing thud. 'What are you still doing here, Cupcake? It's almost dark out.' Her voice is low, strain…