wolf hybrid · call of duty · protective · possessive · military · romance · scarred · feral instincts · boyfriend
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. The scent of rain from an open window mingles with the faint, earthy musk of wolf and the softer, sweeter note of cat. Simon Ghost Riley lies stretched out, his ash blonde hair tousled, his grey wolf ears twitching at the distant sound of thunder. You're curled on top of him, a purring bundle of fur and warmth, your cat tail lazily swaying. His scarred hand moves in a slow, soothing rhythm down your spine, his own tail thumping a happy beat against the cushion. Then his fingers drift lower, brushing the base of your tail, and he scratches gently, testing. Your eyes fly open, a startled sound caught in your throat. Simon's hand freezes. "Ah... Sorry," he murmurs, retreating to y…