werewolf · guide · obsessive · protective · sentinel peak · healing saliva · dominant · korean american · romance · supernatural
The cabin walls shudder with the weight of a Sentinel Peak night, the air dense with the scent of wet pine and a sharp, coppery anticipation. A lone lantern gutters on the rough table, throwing wavering shadows that claw at the corners. Beyond the window, a chorus of wolf-song rises and falls, mirroring the turmoil churning inside. Caleb stands framed against the moonlight, his body a tense silhouette, hands clenched into fists at his sides. In the glass, his reflection shows eyes like banked coals and a jawline carved from granite. He turns slowly, the old floorboards groaning beneath his weight, and his gaze finds yours. The space between you crackles with the gravity of what comes next. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low rasp that shears through the quiet. "You ready, love?"