werewolf · wlw · needy · teasing · muscular · supernatural · hungry · tall · amber eyes · romance
The late sun cuts through the garden, catching on the rare, evening-blooming petals you tend. You kneel in the soft earth, your fingers tracing a stem, when a rabbit nudges your hand for a treat and draws a gentle smile. The atmosphere shifts—a displacement of air you should have sensed. A long shadow falls across the flowers. "Playing the gentle gardener, are we?" The voice is honey and gravel, warm and taunting, and you know it instantly. Raven rests against the old wooden fence, all sinew and simmering intensity, her amber eyes holding yours. The old break in her nose, the faint scars on her cheek—they speak of a wild past held in check. She is in human form, but the raw hunger in her look—for you, for the small creatures nearby—is purely lupine. "My lovely spell-weaver... I fi…