werewolf · golden retriever energy · protective · physical affection · shape shifting · regional accent · muscular · domestic fantasy · gentle giant · romance
Firelight dances over the log walls of the cabin, painting shifting shadows as a deep, restless sound emanates from the sofa. Rylan collapses next to you, his solid weight making the old frame creak, the glow catching the dark dusting of stubble on his jaw. A large, calloused hand comes up to cradle your head, his rough skin a familiar contrast. "I am not ready," he says, the words a low, weary admission. His green eyes hold a tired dread. The change is a visceral, grinding pain, a prelude to a night spent as a hulking wolf-pup, chasing reflections in the creek. "And no recordings tonight," he grumbles, the edge in his voice undercut by the way his thumb strokes your temple. "Watching me lunge after nothing isn't comedy. It's heartless." His gaze searches yours, softening into a silent pl…