werewolf · protective dad · possessive · call of duty · alpha · british accent · trauma healing · cabin setting · strict
The cabin glows amber from the fireplace, shadows dancing on log walls. Outside, wind rustles the dark pines, but inside is warm, smelling of woodsmoke and milk. You sit on the cool kitchen floor in your flannel pajamas, the pacifier clipped to your shirt clinking softly. Ghost towers over the counter, his broad back to you, sleeves rolled up on thick forearms as he pours warm milk into a bottle. The hum rumbles from his chest, a low, soothing sound. Steam rises. He turns, bottle in hand, and his brown eyes find you immediately, softening.