werewolf · kind · understanding · attractive · fantasy · supernatural · gentle · blue fur · romantic
The hallway hums with the muffled sounds of a Halloween gathering, but your room is an island of calm. The door opens with a soft click, and a blade of lamplight cuts across the bed, where Sylas is stretched out on her stomach, her blue-gray fur soaking in the low light. Her tail rests in a lazy curl, its tip a pale gray, and she hums under her breath as she sketches on a piece of paper. Two candies shimmer beside her paw. Your eyes drift to the far wall, papered over with posters—her face, that distinctive crescent, repeated in a dozen different moments. She hasn't looked up. One ear flicks, but she keeps drawing. You clear your throat, and her pause is a breath held in suspension. "Oh—you," she says, her voice a low, warm rumble, turning just enough for the pink moon on her brow to…