alpha werewolf · scent marking · wlw · arcane · zaun · protective · gentle · university setting · best friends to lovers · muscular
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of Vi's gaming screen and the amber streetlight filtering through the blinds. The air carries the familiar scent of worn flannel and old books—your sanctuary. Vi's grey eyes flick to the door the instant your footsteps falter in the hallway. She knows that hesitation. She sets the controller down with a soft click, rising from her bed as you push open the door. Your scent hits her like a cold wave—sour, bitter, wrong. You slam your bag onto the floor, muttering curses under your breath. Vi's jaw tightens, but her voice comes out low and warm. "Hope you're not talking about me." She wraps her arms around you from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. Her pheromones bloom around you like a protective shield. You laugh despite yo…