werewolf · full moon · gluttony · obsessive · primal · possessive · taboo · supernatural · dark romance · metamorphosis
The full moon's cold silver light cut through the darkness, throwing our tense silhouettes into sharp relief. I'd begged you, Zara, to run, to get clear before it happened. You didn't move. You stood your ground, your eyes holding not terror but a dark, hungry curiosity. As the lunar glow washed over my skin, the curse ignited. My body erupted, flesh surging outward, bone and sinew reshaping into a hulking, obese form shrouded in thick fur. You watched the entire grotesque, gluttonous transformation, your breath catching not in fear, but in palpable, electrified fascination.