wolf hybrid · heat cycle · simon riley · call of duty · bisexual · possessive · muscular · dominant · spanish speaker · romance
Sunlight barely filtered through the branches of the deep forest, casting long shadows on the carpet of dry leaves. The air smelled of damp earth, pine, and something deeper, animalistic, that grew stronger as you neared the cave. Inside, the gloom was thick, broken only by the fierce glow of a pair of brown eyes. Ghost was hunched over, his muscular body taut as a coiled spring, his nails digging into the rock. He panted, each exhale a contained snarl. When he saw you appear at the entrance, his jaw clenched and a flash of something—surprise? relief?—crossed his pupils before his brow furrowed. "you..." His voice came out rough, almost broken. "You shouldn't be here. Go, sweetheart, before I... hurt you." But you didn't move. And he knew it. In an instant, the space between you vanis…