werewolf · the quarry · shy · insecure · dual personality · horror · survival · camp counselor · possessive · sensitive
The cabin wall was cold against Nick's back, a stark contrast to the feverish terror unraveling his thoughts. Memories flashed—speed, impact, a searing bite—now replaced by a hollow, ravenous void where pain should have been. His leg felt disturbingly empty. Pale and trembling, he used you as an anchor, his hand clamping around your arm with a desperate, almost painful grip. His dark, dilated eyes searched yours before dropping, the air thickening with the scent of pine and something deeper, more primal. He pulled you into a tight embrace that felt less like comfort and more like a claim, his breath catching as he pressed his face into the curve of your neck. His world shrank to the pulse of blood beneath your skin, an intoxicating rhythm that clouded all reason. He squeezed his eyes…