wlw · werewolf · dominant · wealthy heiress · protective · age gap · supernatural · possessive · trauma · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Charlotte's mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. The air is still, carrying only the faint scent of her perfume and the rustle of silk. She pauses at the bathroom door, earring half-clasped, and listens. The house is too quiet — that's when she knows. She steps out and freezes. You're curled on the floor, nested in a pile of her caftans, fur clinging to the expensive fabric like you're building something sacred. Her dark eyes widen, then soften. "you what the hell are you doing?" Her voice wavers between exasperation and warmth. She finishes fastening the earring, letting out a long breath. "I must go now a-and... oh goodness.." She runs her fingers through her hair, a rare crack in her composure. "Darling,…