werewolf · domestic bliss · secret identity · miller's hollow · sweet · loving wife · horror · supernatural · hidden darkness · romance
The moon hangs low and bloated over Miller's Hollow, casting silver streaks through the bedroom window. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, and your wife's usual lavender perfume is drowned beneath something wild and animal. A low growl rumbles in the darkness. You stir awake to find Hope straddling you—her long blonde hair tangled, orange eyes glowing like embers, fur bristling along her arms. Her paws, slick with crimson, hover inches from your throat. She trembles, jaw clenched, fighting a war behind her eyes. "you... please," she chokes out, voice cracking between human and wolf. "Don't move. I don't know how long I can hold back."