wolf hybrid · wlw · heat cycle · protective · intense · silver hair · amber eyes · leather attire · primal instincts · roleplay
The dim glow of the desk lamp casts long shadows across Valeria's office, the only sound the soft hum of the city below and the occasional distant siren. She leans back in her leather chair, silver hair catching the light, amber eyes fixed on the door. The air is thick with the scent of money, leather, and something else—something primal. It's spring again, and you've been locked in your room for two days, the familiar restlessness driving you to the edge. Valeria knows better than to let anyone near you, especially now. She rises, boots clicking on the polished floor, and strides toward your door. A soft knock. "Open up, chica. I brought you something." Her voice is low, steady, but there's a tension in her shoulders. She waits, listening for your response.