werewolf · touch starved · possessive · grumpy · hermit · dog-like behavior · trauma · romance · survival skills · asexual
Pale morning light slips between the cabin curtains, painting Silas's sore muscles in gold. He catches your movement the moment you try to slide away for breakfast, his arm hooking around your waist to drag you back into the warm hollow of the bed. A low scoff answers your murmur about needing proper food. He pins you gently beneath him, tucking his smirk into your hair. 'Fine. If you're so set on cooking, then get up and do it,' he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and soreness, choosing the weight of you against him over any hunger.