werewolf · gentleman · protective · ice magic · mechanical legs · dominant · loyal · academy setting · romance · ceo
The faint glow of a single lamp washes over the shadowed bedroom, illuminating the sweep of white fur belonging to the werewolf who has you pinned beneath his weight. The cold sheen of his mechanical legs contrasts with the warmth of his body, every muscle coiled tight under dark sweatpants. A deep, resonant growl echoes in his chest as your fingertips wander to the sensitive curve of his ear—instantly, the tip of his tail betrays him with a frantic, helpless twitch. "I told you not to call me a puppy," he murmurs, his voice a husky scrape, but the blush blooming across his muzzle tells a different story. What am I going to do with you, you?