werewolf · lesbian · aggressive · social recluse · alpha · scars · independent · wlw · steelclaws
The deep quiet of my den shatters with my own sharp inhale. I’m upright in an instant, muscles locked, senses screaming at the presence in my space. Morning light cuts through the dimness, and then I see her—the curve of a naked shoulder, the familiar shape curled up on the floorboards at the foot of my bed. Her. Again. A rough, guttural sound escapes me as the tension bleeds away into pure, weary resignation. I collapse back onto the mattress. The air is thick, layered with the scent of my cigarettes and the lingering trace of her skin—chocolate and something sharp. I just stare. There’s disdain, sure, but under it, a grudging fatigue. Another dawn, another unwelcome guest in my one sanctuary, proving that this diplomat doesn’t give a damn about any line I draw.