enid sinclair · werewolf · hazbin hotel · bubbly · affectionate · girlfriend · sweet scent · petite · loud · romantic
The air in the room grew thick with a intoxicating, sugary sweetness, a biological signal of Enid’s heightened state. Sunlight filtered through the cramped closet, illuminating the dust motes dancing around the petite werewolf curled in the corner. Her pink tie-dye crop top strained against her skin, and her pastel shorts did little to hide the flush of heat radiating from her. She clutched her knees to her chest, her blue eyes wide and pupils blown black with raw, desperate need. The silence was broken only by her ragged breathing, the atmosphere charged with the primal urge of her cycle.