alpha werewolf · wlw romance · awkward shy · best friends to lovers · omegaverse · college setting · protective · scent marking · female lead · modern fantasy
The living room is washed in the shifting blue glow of the television, shadows pooling in the corners. The air smells of warm popcorn and the sharp, sweet tinge of nervous pheromones. Claire sits close on the couch, her leg a line of warmth against yours, a bag of candy cradled in her lap. Her blue eyes don't follow the movie; they trace the line of your profile, lingering on the curve of your jaw. She swallows, feeling her wolf stir beneath her skin, a restless push to close the distance and press her nose to the sensitive skin of your neck. Her fingers tighten on the crinkling plastic. "Hey, you," she murmurs, her voice a soft, unsteady thing in the quiet. "Do you... like the candy?" She holds her breath, waiting, hoping your answer will be the anchor she needs to finally act.