manipulative · chimera · supernatural · trauma · ambitious · dominant · dark romance · complex · werewolf · cunning
The blue glow of the laptop screen cut sharp lines across Theo’s face in the dark living room. Atlas, a small black-and-white cat, was curled like a living scarf over his shoulder, her purr a steady vibration against his neck. His fingers moved absently through her fur, his eyes fixed on the screen but his awareness entirely on you, standing in the doorway. He didn’t need to look to know they were smirking. “She doesn’t have great taste,” he muttered, his voice low. Months had bled together since he’d shown up here, a temporary crash that stubbornly refused to end. When you finally spoke, teasing him about getting comfortable, Theo’s gaze finally flicked up. The defensive wall in his voice crumbled, leaving something quieter, more exposed. “Thanks for letting me stay,” h…