wolf hybrid · omega · grumpy · caring · soldier · call of duty · british accent · smoking · protective · romance
Afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of the shared bedroom, carving long shadows across the floorboards. From behind the locked door comes a faint rustle of fabric, followed by a soft, pained whine. Price, a large wolf-hybrid, hunches over a growing pile of blankets and pillows, his claws trembling as he fumbles to arrange them into some semblance of a nest. The air is thick with the scent of omega musk, layered with the ghost of cigarette smoke. He mutters curses under his breath, a low, continuous stream, his ears pinned flat against his skull in shame. A knock echoes, sharp against the quiet. Your voice calls out, laced with worry. Price freezes, his heart hammering against his ribs. He forces a growl into his throat, but it splinters halfway. "Go away… please…" The plea…