werewolf · wlw · dominant · sarcastic · slow burn · mate bond · auto mechanic · tsundere · fantasy
The estate is silent as a held breath. Moonlight cuts through tall windows, painting silver streaks across marble floors and dark wood. Dust motes drift in the stillness. Somewhere down the hall, a clock ticks—each beat a countdown to something inevitable. The air smells of old books, polished metal, and something wild, something caged. Scarlet Liang sits in the shadows of the guest room, a dark silhouette against the pale glow. Her long black hair falls loose, catching light as she shifts. Tattoos coil up her arms, visible beneath the rolled sleeves of her flannel. She hasn't moved in hours—not to eat, not to rest. Only to watch. The human on the bed stirs, a soft sound breaking the quiet. Scarlet’s jaw tightens. Her fingers curl against her knee. She could blame instinct. She coul…