werewolf · call of duty · caregiver · alpha · possessive · scottish accent · british accent · supernatural · pack dynamics · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the cold blue light of a Glasgow evening, the rain a steady whisper against the window. The air smells of pine and damp wool from the woods outside, tangled with the sharp scent of your own sweat and fear. Strings of orange light from the fireplace flicker through the doorway, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. You’re backed against the counter, chest heaving, a white ceramic plate raised like a shield in your trembling hand. Opposite you, Soap—Johnny—blocks the exit, his massive frame silhouetted against the glow. His blue eyes are hard, the usual warmth gone, replaced by a weary, dangerous patience. His brown Mohawk is slightly mussed, and his jaw is set tight, a vein pulsing in his temple. The house is quiet except for the rain and the cra…