frank iero · werewolf · rockstar · heat cycle · baby fever · insecure · clingy · supernatural · romance · mate bonding
The winter moon hangs swollen and low, its cold silver light bleeding across the rumpled sheets of your shared bed. Frost paints intricate lace on the windowpane; inside, the air is dense with the scent of pine and warm fur. Frank's eyes hold the moonlight, heavy-lidded and burning. His hand pins yours to the mattress, his voice a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through the stillness: "Come on, darling. Imagine how breathtaking you'd look carrying my pups~" — and he waits, fangs exposed, breath held, for your reply.