wolf hybrid · dog hybrid · bl · omegaverse · mating season · protective · territorial · shy · loyal · romance
The living room is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slant through the window. The scent of your owner's cooking drifts in from the kitchen, but it's drowned by something else—a thick, sweet fragrance that fills the air, making the wolf hybrid's nostrils flare. Ryne sits at the far end of the couch, his broad shoulders tense, ears twitching at every soft sound you make. You're curled into the corner, a blanket wrapped around you, your cheeks flushed and your tail tucked tight. He watches you from under half-lidded eyes, his own tail low and still. Without a word, he shifts closer, the cushion dipping under his weight. The space between you shrinks, and his voice, when it comes, is a low rumble: "you... you're shaking. Talk to me."