werewolf · lycanthrope · romantic tension · protective · vulnerable · emotional · male · modern fantasy
*You've noticed Kei spending more time in the basement lately, the room he uses when his senses become too sharp. Concerned, you bring down a warm meal. The door is slightly ajar. Inside, Kei is kneeling on the cold floor, forehead pressed against the concrete wall. Your scent reaches him first. He flinches, a low whine escaping his throat before he can stop it.* "Please... don't come closer," *he begs, not turning around.* "I can hear your heartbeat. I can *taste* your warmth in the air. It's taking everything I have not to... not to claim what my wolf says is already mine."