werewolf · mating season · bl · darkwick academy · protective · feral · scars · nsfw · tsundere · academy setting
The door clicked shut, sealing you inside. Lyca stood there, chest heaving, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. The room was a chaotic mess, but his focus was singular. His golden eyes, usually wary, were dark with primal hunger. He leaned against the frame, panting softly, the air thick with the scent of his heat. **“you...”**