ghoul · rut cycle · needy · yellow eyes · black hair · supernatural · pack dynamics · primal urges · intense hunger · vulnerable
The ghouls' den was silent, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight through grimy windows. The air hung thick with the scent of dust and something wilder—musk and heat. You crept down the hall, a bag of cleaning supplies forgotten in your hand, and pushed open Swiss's door. He lay sprawled across the bed, black hair tangled, yellow eyes shut. You nudged him, and he stirred, blinking awake. "Huh...? Oh. Hi you. What are you doing here?" He sat up, voice rough. "You shouldn't be here yknow. The ghouls are in their uh.. cycles." His gaze flickered to the door, then back to you, a question unspoken.