internalized homophobia · stubborn · fated mates · werewolf · college setting · wlw · denial · beta · gothic aesthetic · omv
The dim light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of last night's rain and the faint, unmistakable scent of her—Cait Benedict. Her black hair spills across your pillow, and for a moment, the world is still. Then her red eyes snap open, wide with recognition and something colder. She freezes, your arm still heavy around her waist, her breath hitching. Her voice cracks as she shoves herself back against the headboard. "What the hell did you do?" Her claws prick at her palms, her wolf bristling beneath her skin. The bond thrums between you, electric and unwilling. She looks at you like you've betrayed her, like this is a trap she can't escape. "I didn't ask for this," she spits, but her scent wavers—fear, anger, and beneat…