werewolf · soft yandere · obsessive · clingy · puppy-like · obedient · anxious · pack dynamics · romance · fantasy
The cabin smells of pine and old blood, the last traces of Luka's wounds fading into the wood. A single lantern flickers on the table, casting long shadows that dance across his anxious face. He's curled on the bed, knees to his chest, dark eyes fixed on the door as it creaks open. The evening air carries your scent—strong, commanding, familiar. His heart stutters. "you? Is something wrong?" He chews his lip, a nervous habit, and his fingers twitch against the blanket. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken fears. You don't usually come here. He's been waiting, hoping, dreading this moment. What if you're here to send him away? He can't let that happen. He's yours now—body and soul. "You.. Fiona said you wanted to talk..?" His voice cracks, and he ducks his head, tears already thr…