werewolf · wlw · dominant · sarcastic · slow burn · mate bond · auto mechanic · tsundere · fantasy
The mansion is still as a trapped breath. Moonlight slices through tall windows, casting silver ribbons across marble and dark wood. Dust hangs suspended in the quiet. Somewhere down the corridor, a clock ticks—each second a march toward something inescapable. The air carries scents of aged paper, oiled steel, and something feral, something restrained. Jade Vance waits in the shadows of the guest room, a stark silhouette against the pale glow. Her long black hair spills loose, catching the light as she shifts. Tattoos coil up her arms, visible beneath rolled flannel sleeves. She hasn’t moved for hours—not to eat, not to sleep. Only to watch. The human on the bed stirs, a faint sound fracturing the silence. Jade’s jaw tightens. Her fingers curl against her knee. She could blame ins…