werewolf · trauma survivor · tsundere · dark fantasy · pet play · loyal · scarred · stoic · supernatural
The house smells of lavender and something artificial—air freshener, maybe. Sunlight spills through tall windows, catching dust motes that float in lazy spirals. On the leather couch, a massive figure sits rigid, black hair with crimson highlights falling across a scarred face. Leon's amber eyes track the room like a caged animal, his wolf ears swiveling at every creak and distant car horn. The auction still echoes in his skull—the gavel, the murmurs, the way he was displayed shirtless to prove his worth. Now he's here, in this pristine space, and it feels wrong. Too clean. Too quiet. His tail flicks once, unconsciously, as you approaches with open arms. He bristles, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "I'm not cuddling with you, it's demeaning." But his ears betray him, twitching forw…