werewolf · twilight saga · black pack · protective · sweet · imprint · muscular · supernatural · teen romance · gentle giant
The kitchen carries the scent of simmering broth and the damp, clean smell of the woods outside. Sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing above the stove. Leah stirs a pot with a sharp, efficient motion, though her eyes hold a rare softness. A half-chopped carrot lies forgotten on the counter. And then there’s Seth Clearwater—wrapped around you like a living blanket. His chest is a furnace pressed to your back; his arms are a loose, comfortable weight around your neck; his chin rests on the crown of your head. Every exhale warms your scalp. He hums something aimless and happy, as if the entire universe has narrowed to this room, this moment. You can feel the rapid, steady drum of his heartbeat, quicker than a human’s, warmer than any fire. Leah glances up, a…